Searching for something that doesn’t exist
To fill a void left by prejudice and greed
Caged inside painful bars of the past
Built by the subconscious of a childhood mind
You don’t see this pain, you think you understand it
One glimpse inside this mind, will leave you dumbfounded
The fight must go on while this onion is peeled
But you know that your weapon is damaged and weak
There is no training for this action
Return to the time that inflicted the damage
Keep trying...
Keep searching...