#74

This world is dark
yet we still decide to hang from it,
like the apple on its tree
waiting to fall.

We don't know
why we are in pain, 
or who decided
a home won't be safe again.

And yet here we are, 
hearing the warriors chants.
Every day the purest hearts

shout for the weak minds. 

The world is ending, 
but we grew stronger. 
Together, forever
we sing the warriors chants.