Though I abode myself
Wearing a mortal form
My soul is from a different time
When non of you were born
The world was far less evil
Love far more genuine and pure
Cowards were banished and scorned
Now a country rot in decay
The people cold and vicious
Lawlessness fester freely and unbridled
Justice is wholly absent
Although peace may return
After a wish is granted
Will the elders ever believe or trust
In the potential and future of the youth
Can they truly relearn
After becoming so harden
By the cruelty of this world
