We live under tears,
of a spirit' paradise,
in the force of darkness,
a cloud above of all fears,
tiny thoughts in history,
the past changed by present,
as it decides the futures to reside.
We are the dreams undreamed,
believers of things unseen,
great beings in our spirit,
only trapped in earthy skins,
Fallen short at our birth,
a black vein of sins,
but we're all redeemed.
We are strangers of this world,
visitors into it' reigns,
footsteps for children that follow,
As we walk in the todays;
for all our young,
to have a better tomorrow.
As we are more than skins,
bones, hearts, and brains;
in spirit, we are more.
As within soul,
there's a vigour of joyous growth,
though we feel less in this world,
In the realms far ahead,
we're all beings of endless more.
