Your pain is growing far and wide, it’s toppling over anticipation.
There was beauty in the world, most people just didn’t see it.
We took great pain, though it did not stop our hearts.
A soul full of innocence could contain the lion within us.
The nature that is a demons torrent, far more indulged.
The exhausting panic for man and moral, a martyrs brightest light.
As taken with moderate peace, only then does the morning sun truly shine.