La Vérité de la Vie

Toil away,
every day, just to toil some more.
The man sits upon his throne,
and still, we are poor.

Many die,
inside and out.
Their hopes die,
hearts give out.

The Coward,
the one to gain the hand.
Hiding behind
his castle of sand.

The Thief,
wild and desperate for love.
Doesn't see, hear,
or speak thereof.

The Hero,
declares he will save them all.
Knowing it's just a veil,
he fakes a fall.

The Ravaged,
decide it's time to rise.
To stop the loss,wreckage,
the lies.

The War,
ceaseless as the day is long.
The cries of the forgotten,
as a broken song.

The Light,
seemingly so far away.
The contest continues,
but there will be a day.

The Return,
the security of life.
Omission of trial,
absence of strife.

Shortly lived,
is this breath of air.
The forces unpowering,
will return to heir.