The Beauty Is In The Madness Of Sanity

What blossoms from pain is belief,

and seeing what is real.

What rises from the depths of despair is hope,

and in hope lies the stones of desperation.

Clawing up the wells of submission is hatred,

and from that hatred worms out love for others that should be protected.

The seeds of rotten apples lies the future of the earth,

turmoil springing from the ashes with life.

Without light there'd be no fear of darkness and dangers,

without darkness there'd be no solution and no salvation.

if ever yet there'd be a winner in the tug-o-war,

then it would truly be the end of humanity.