I have travelled a long way, Wandering in the nightmares of my dream. Gloomy path, cursed with failures as it may seem Uncertain of my fate and destiny I kept moving in circles, round and round A companion was nowhere to be seen. Light entered the path but disappeared in the dark Could I make a difference? Could there be a spark? I repeated my mistakes one by one Unfolding the tragedies, Wrecking havoc for myself and for everyone. Butchering my emotions and hope, I was cannibalised by my own. I found a beacon in my darkest times, a hope for me A beacon for me, but a regret for the household Gathering the courage to fight back I stood strong. With hands held high and fists closed I march the path ever since then, Restless and tired as I may seem, But the will to fight for what's right Will forever remain as long as the beacon is within. The Beacon
