There are people who
Have lived in sin
From the day they could stand
It's been in high demand
For them to screw up
For them to fall down
To please the crowd of the souless and the heartless
And fall into the darkness that surrounds
Shrouded in black, vision clouded
A vibrant sky stirs hate
Because they feel the sky laughing at them
Its brightness taunting happiness they don't have
And its lack of clouds flaunting its easy path
Yet these are the ones who do great things?
Then what of those who have more?
Do they choose not to play their cards?
Even if it's a winning hand?
Gambling everything to purposely lose?
As those who grew up in a draker place
Come to a fork in the road
And make a decision to be saved or be sold
And those with more lose faith in goals
Who is it we clap for as the curtains close
Whose story have we chose?
And whose have we forgotten?