The answer
From the ashes, I rise. We rise. The answer. The answer is fight.
Struggling for something better. Struggling for preservation.
And what do we say, what do we do when most hope is lost? When we feel
that we are surrounded by nothing but fog, we survive.
This quiet peaceful space seems to be the only thing to carress us.
Our mind is here get lost in. To soar. There's a world that exists in my quiet space.
Where the tangled brambles and vines divide, there's a miraculous realm.
One where all the hate and discomfort is lost.
We must strive to make this land verifiable.
But what do we do when it's just in our minds?
We find the answer from outside our quiet spaces, and fight.