Is it work tryingis it worth standing up, just to fall again?is it worth crying, just to wipe the tears off in vain?is it worth working hard , just to go unnoticed?is it worth living, just to die in pain?life is short, i agree.but in that time is making a really difference worth it?is it worth it when people will eventually forget?forget about your triumphs, your hardships, your failures?things that mean the world to you,but less to others than the roadside stray.while you fret and enter the fray of life,millions pray for a better day.is making a difference for them really worth it?for the answers, one must ask themself"do i live f
The Battlefeild of The LostWalking through the fields of the fallenTreading through the meadows of boneswhat happened to the epitome of life?written on these crumbling gravestones.The words of these corpses inarticulatetheir warnings taken inaneand what did we actually get,slaying for our own gain?The smell of rotting fleshspreads like an incense of understandingon this incapacitated faceit is the lament of the lost, their ghostly embrace.Heed their warningT'is elementary and is not saidall they crave, is for a tear to be shedin return for their perpetual dread.