We
are the shades of a past forgotten,
Living
with blades upon our necks,
Under
the dominance of ethereal magic,
Drawn
into schemes with knives in backs.
We
are the whispers in the silent darkness,
Fighting
for a way to raise our voice,
Suppressing
the captivity of our minds,
Hoping
for a glimpse of awaited rejoice.
We
are the winds from a better world,
Trying
to envelop others in gust,
Fully
aware that refusing to unite,
Will
only move nothing but dust.
We
are the dreams of a future so bright,
Since
living in reality can be so cruel,
Still
we hold the world in our hands,
Because
the world is rightfully ours to rule.