Literature
The Bitter End
I stay up late at night wondering of what could be
If this is a part of my eternal destiny
Through sorrow, through pain, I stay, I live
Live for the moments that bless my life forever
Will I fall, will I break, how much can I take
We are but pawns in a world full of deceit
We must fight, we must survive, we must treasure
Treasure those moments that take our breath away
And never stop searching for what could be
Many have died for an idea, a cause, an image
Those regular people, that we see every day
Who will never be noticed until today
When they stop going with the people
And start leading the people
Must I fall, must I break,