compromises, woven in the fabric of time, A tapestry of shadows, where dreams and sorrows chime. In the garden of my soul, roses bloom with thorns entwined, Each petal whispers secrets of a heart once so refined.
When confused embrace this swirling storm, In confusion's dance, you'll transform, And when the fog begins to clear, You 'll find new paths, devoid of fear.
Is this really the world? shall I grieve? shall, I hope? I prefer to sing. In the dark times will there also be singing? yes, there will also be singing. About the dark times.