Day after day we lead the path for you. We hold the world to come but slowly lose our grip. Your poise is wearing down, your state is caving in, seeping through our fingertips. This is our fault. I wish we'd never recover from the Hell we've left here. War-torn and ill, to suffer. And in the presence of the end we will free ourselves from this, to take part in the destruction of such a beautiful place. but time cant erase what we have left behind our careless backs. Blind to our own defeat, this symbol of our lives. This blatant misuse of the one thing worth caring for. My heart goes out to those who try with hopes that we prevail, but still we stray here, defeated. As if we deserve a second chance, maybe it's time we face our shame. To stare into her eyes, humble, distraught, and re-maimed. The absence of safety and security, so over looked, will be the one thing we pray for. When we can no longer go on, we ask ourselves, "Why?" Why did we not open our eyes? Why did we let this linger on, testing our time, neglecting our fate. You seek for another way out, I accept defeat. Revive our kinship with this world. Remain the forgotten. You seek for another way out. There is nothing within our reach. Bestow with emptiness, foreshadowing a better place. Belittled on these borrowed grounds. Serve us right.