No more,
No more,
Shall we fall
In despair
And dread.
Man falls no more.
All have suffered.
All have felt
The burden of life,
The doomed aspiration of youth.
The birds whose wings are clipped,
They try regardless.
The lion cast from pride,
It lives regardless.
The man at war with himself,
He thrives regardless.
Mortals have worn
The mask of joy,
A veil of bliss
To hide the doom beneath,
The rue,
The sorrow,
The silent scream.
So cry.
Scream.
Wail.
Fight.
Tear the mask.
And in its place,
Wear the helm of positivity.
Sorrow shall hurt,
But not as deep.
Pain will strike,
But you will move.
You will fall,
But always,
Always rise.