Were the skies always so dark? In the past was I always naive?

I dream of being that spark that helps us achieve, but will I ever grow to see?

First, I become confused. Second, I start to wonder. Third, I ponder over. Last, I ask. What's the meaning of life?

Will I ever know?

There is so much strife in the world, its like a knife in your back.

Poverty is uncontrollable, but was it meant to persist?

Is it just one small fist?

Will I ever know?

But no, we are meant for more! We must be! We need the!

What is a story without its glory? What is a story without its fury?

Will I ever know?

We can't act like we were brought here for nothing!

We are someone!

We were made for some reason!

We are something!!

But what are we here for?

Will we ever know?