Trembling footsteps in an emerging quake;
What shadows are mine that light shall show,
Memories as dreams, into twilight they grow.
With sticks we walk the walk of fame,
Crumbling souls in this soulless game.
Winds that carry the fragrance of life,
Mixed with tears and treacherous strife.
Still twinkling eyes can guide the dawn,
Can embody strength, can courage fawn.
Bedazzled by lightning yet holding their own,
Cracks in their hearts, sored to the bone.
Still lights shall shine in an effort to see
All that man is, and is yet to be.
Knowledge is vanity and yet it must
Give prudence a chance, in instincts trust.
Multitudinous in magnitude, but simple and straight
The human endeavour and its spirited gait,
Shall rise and speak when time shall call,
No man too weak, no child too small.
To ignite the long lost flame of hope,
Our chance to survive, humanity's rope.