It waits
Everyone out there
Great and weak ones
The day
No excuse to skip this suffer
Missing the meaning
They quit the acceptance
In fear
This suffer to suffer
Will not ease the illness
It comes
Choose your way
To kneel or rise up
It never comes straight
No sight to aware
It's the moment of Faith
Forged in flames the stoic lives it all
Trust in mind, doubts left behind
Unity in one entity
Breathe the ease, now nothing left to tease
Only the Struggle gives the point to exist
Thunders gone mind left alone
Washed all fears dry away all tears
Breathe the ease of leaving the disease
Only the Struggle gives the will to live and feel
The way we forget
Of the point to live
Seems it never comes straight
Always here and now the stoic lives it all