Your Glory!

Do you have Hope at the start of this new day,
or still caught up in the cunning yesterday?
Stand up and fight for yourself, be whatever may,
till the Sun seems far to you and Sky so grey..

You've Never been burnt by the sun's immaculate glow,
but it hurts the still waters and makes them flow..
Same is the irony of life and it surpasses faith,
to quench your thirst, something needs to be slayed..

You wake up in reality, a world unlike your dreams,
the music of life is absent, almost replaced by screams..
here men play the games as children become men,
the strings of your fate controlled by the unholy heathen..

But your treasure is your hope, your faith your wealth,
protect your vanity and help this sick world regain its health..
The dream of reality is your life as you want it to be,
Defend it to death, and the sun will tell the stars - Stories of your Glory..