Always victorious, the light in this world
Lightens the jittery eyes.The pouch you gave to that kid
Is beautiful as white sands, I remember.We are all terrified; we are all scared
For our outfits cover our bodies, we laugh at each other
Everyone should be frank; no one needs pomposity
Let's get rid of this hopeless status quo…
Imploring weariness and frustration, I've considered this again and again
But in the end I choose to sing for the arrangement of words in sentences.Wanting to see the rusty iron jump rope handles left in the dark park
Yet the tears that should be gone forever blocked the eyes.