Four old souls struggle to change
The past they made for themselves.
Lies and deceit plague their minds
In the hole they have dug so deep.
One betrays while the three are harmonious
Consumed by power and hate
Trying to open his tiny mind,
They try to fall away.
Will leaving bring them back yet again?
Or are they stuck here no matter what.
A curse, they think, from one of their own
Consumed by immortal life.
Unsure of which direction to go
They strive to mend the broken bonds
Stubborn, shattered, tattered and worn
Unsure of the curse of the words they'd sworn
The weight of the world resting on their backs
Having little left to give
In this world the future is their past
Leaving hardly a trace behind them to last
Ink slowly drying the words on the page
Doing anything it takes to rise above
The well of tears is anything but dry
Falling endless, they continue to try
Trying we are, succeeding, unlikely
Even the optimist repressed.
Seeing the tears of the ones she loves
Makes her anxious and depressed.
Every move made with uncertainty
Chaos meets every road
To keep it together is their one goal
Paying back everything considered owed.
While one lives, the other must die
Has it always been like this?
Did he once live with us in simplicity?
Did we ever have a life of bliss?
Was there always opposition from one side?
We are so lost in this life
Is there a way for us all to ever get along
Why does that idea seem so wrong?
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