disenfranchised

And as the message blooms,
Inviting challengers to the will once fated
Amidst the passion of the soothsayer once destroyed.
Who speaks of the lasting days we all have felt?
Time again to embrace our lives and become bold;
To die is but to complete.

Every hope sent above could not create lasting love,
For the nights we cry and say our goodbyes; until mourning.
I love to share with all of kind my time alive to shine.
Without our faces, the suns rays could never see what beauty lies in them,
Long as we remember it’s not outside what keeps us moving.

On path
Track, course, forward
Only.

Where can you lie when the sunrise hits your eyes?