To have hope, to be alive in an opportunity, to soar
Peace isn't given but if I've nothing left in my cage
They'll demand my flesh and poison my vary core
The human condition is madness in perpetual rage
In my weaponized hatred, I'm cut in a path of gore
Nothing exists to save me, a toxic pain is my wage
My body is broken by time, screams long ignored
If this is living, I might as well be forever in death
If my body rings in the echoes of all time, tolling
My anger, my prison door, and my hate, the lock
If I could be free I would rise, living instead
