Giving hope to all those who do deserve it,
Wandering alone and looking for the lights that shone it,
Making people hope,
Making up the world.
Every time I look into your eyes
I see a glimpse of home,
Resisting to disguise,
I know there is that light.
People are insane and sane too,
People work their hearts away,
Never letting the misery they take
To persuade their way.
I know it isn’t simple to stay true,
Isn’t simple to stay humble too.
But discipline makes us stronger,
And we may live a little longer.
Such is the way,
Such is the truth,
If you a meritful, you will know the truth.
Every person that has hope,
Will know the way.
It’s not hard to hope,
It’s hard to obey,
But people who are wise,
And walk their path with simple stride,
They know how to find the sparks
To what is true and what is made for you.
Such is life.
Such is the wonder.
Such is the merit.
Such is the thunder.
You walk that way and know you are alright,
You walk that way and it makes your light.
At times alone.
That is all the walk was made,
For every man that is known and unknown.
Bear inside the mercy too,
Those who deserve it will prove it right.
Those who don’t will crash upon the rocks and bricks,
Of little shrines.
People are wise,
And people are foolish.
The rubbish will cast itself away,
The rubies will shine through the dark to call you home on any day.
People are smart,
And people are stupid,
I only know that each one has his own bullet.
The bullet they don’t mind to speak.
The bullet some of them shouldn’t even keep.
But that is life, that is the journey.
There nothing stranger than a stranger with no hope.