Where are the tracings of my steps?
Have I no followers?
Have I no one to follow?
Warriors gain freedom.
Victims gain pain.
To where do all soldiers go?
For there is a love outside of the kingdom.
Injured to the bone, still pleading for their hearts.
\\\"Free us, please, free us!\\\" continuously shouted,
through the mouths of the painful victims.
Pressure is thrown to those trapped inside.
No light, no tunnel, no path to follow.
No one has come in return to save them.
Have they been stranded by their hope?
Oh, with their strength,
They will carry on.
Never will they fall.
Take care and fix the wounds.
Nothing needed in real life has ever been provided.
\\\"We have fallen,
we have not been broken.
we will not break,
we will proceed,
we are to carry on with our wishes,
our deepest secrets will carry us on as motivation.
Our prayer is to be shouted out by all of those who believe.
Believe in hope!
Believe in wisdom!
Believe in what carries you on!
Our hardships have not brought us to death.
Our fear taken lives have not been forgotten.
You will never be forgotten.
Amen.\\\"
The prayer of which has been said all through their journey.
Have they continued on?
Have they found a way to never be lost again?
Will their beliefs guide them through the tunnels of no light?
Come now to view the unseen.
Your smiles will shine.
Things will move on.
We all will move on.
