We go through things,

Some in which we can't control.

Like a storm.

We live, we give birth, we die.

We do so much more.

We live on, freely, differently.

We give birth, to freedom, to success, to more lives.

We die, peacefully, in vain, with causes.

In this ocean of lie,

Although it may be one body of water,

There are multitudes of streams, lakes, and rivers.

Fishes and mammals of all kinds.

And even in the depths of it all, there has still been shown signs of light.