That’s how the world is dear..

They’ll steal your work and present it with pride

They’ll steal your heart to employ it against your tide

In your best moments they’ll be around..shining

In your worst you’ll be left alone..drowning

Few of us.. Are able to keep promises..

We don’t take time in turning good in bad.. We don’t take time in leaving people behind

But then when we cry on our solitude.. We should know it’s us and not anyone responsible for this feud

And one day when we are the most alone.. When we would have had enough

We’ll be spared of this loneliness.. And you, me or they won’t matter.. It’ll only be Him.. It’ll only be His

And all we are fighting for will be nothing but a story..

That’ll be flowing in between generations and children..

Losing its purpose and influence

They’ll never see it how we do..

Everything we are will be modified to suit them..

And in the end.. Nothing we ever cried for will matter