Accomplishments, like gold, light shines through a seem,
Eventually tarnished, no longer beam,
Through frightful eyes,
Our sights lay on the prize,
But darkness stands between us, glaring,
Full of malice and hate, we wonder what they're preparing,
Few of us stay strong enough to last,
We know in the future, we’ll stay stuck in the past,
This wanting, this desire, it burns inside me,
It burns me, hurting, soon I beg for glee,
Slowly, to others I become a fool, a clown,
I hardly care, but still, I say “let me burn down”