Beauty, Magic, Faith, and Trust,

Beauty, Magic, Faith, and Trust,

The things that fill our hopes and dreams.

Out of reach,

Far from here,

Fake, Empty, Dead.

With earnest we once believed these things,

But now, they seem to leave,

Replaced with anger, fear, and prejudicial hate,

We bleed, just as we cry.

A normal thing,

A bit of innocent blood,

Innocent? Who is innocent anymore?

What defines those of pure heart?

We all have sinned,

Our opinions are jaded,

Gone are the days of trust.

For tomorrow,

Our neighbours may be our enemies,

And we’ll war in our ancestors dust.

They fought for our freedom,

They died for their dreams,

They gave their lives for ours.