Is it a sin to live for the fight?
When fate calls for your death?
Or is it an unforgiving deed...
to stand against your destiny?
Even if it shows no compassion?
Leaving you to drift all alone...
in a wasteland of ceaseless rain?
Is it wrong to long for comfort?
When we do know deep within,
that every living soul yearns...
for a crying shoulder to lean on?
To ease their lives with warmth?
When the skies above grows cold,
and leave you quivering in fear?
Is it a crime to blame the heavens?
When it shines no gleam of hope?
Is it the dreadful price I have to pay?
for cursing the clouds up above...
Who turns dark yet roars out loud?
Perhaps a felony that I’ve commit...
to reap the thorny seeds of hatred...
sowed by a nameless wrongdoer?
Here I am, with my head held high..
wretched by the torments of lies...
beseeching for the enlightenment..
only to revolve in circles of vanity...
drowning helpless in a river of tears..
Nonetheless an uninvited light discerns,
as I stare at the harsh and bitter truth..
Inscribed upon the dawn of my birth...