Causing us to crumble, lost and scared as if all available chances flee and became so fare.
We left trapped under miles of sadness rock, we feel our souls surrender into oblivion clock.
no rescue around, shouting with fading sound, no light seeping through, what a great shock.
Now it's easy to get lost, with our cluttered thoughts nothing become clear the most.
Hopes with dreams, courage with pride all our aspirations even durability vanishing like ghost.
struggling becomes a style in our hard time, remember we still breathing in fact still alive.
And during tough time we can't give up, for we have no more chances to avoid this suffering cup.
Yes our foot stuck and our weakness let us call it bad luck, but it's the right time to just awake up.
Collect what still remains of our strength, to fight another battle for our living, hopes or dreams and be grateful for what.. what our next day may brings.
