River running through our veins,

 gives us the truth of our beauty

  for it lies within our pain.

  for all lost in our vanity.

  All in faith and hope is lost,

  but our dreams is all we sought.

  Sometimes we forget that what we have is all we got.

 And in the end we realize what we have fought.

 Love is a mystery, that only can be seen

 by those who treat it fairly.

 Everyone has the choice to love or hate,

 but just wish that they never may.

 All in all happiness does not exist,

 and sadness is always there,

even if  you try to resist.

It just the way of the world.

Murdering, corruptiveness, and wars,

rapist, and w****s.

All of these are are around us,

and its useless just to close our minds,

like doors.

This is the way of the world,

it runs through our veins,

like a river full of pain,

for it is our choice to ruin what once was ours!