This life is a poem that nobody hears

This light is a brightness that all darkness fears

These hands hold an answer passed down through the years

These feet walk a path removed from the cheers

But what does this mean to the ones left behind, the sad lost bereft ones with lack front of mind

For them there is nothing but drums in the deep. A terror unknown, a reason to weep

So open your heart to the ones in control, all power is fleeting unless they let go.