The mysteries of life is the realization of truth;

The selfish world with the horrible truth;

standing in the pitch black with nothing but darkness to share;

Spreading trough the chill of spine with no one to trust and no on to care;

the faces may smile and cheer in the time to make it the same;

But it never seems to be true because its all in the life which is a game ;

Hope to realize the worth of the selfless truth;

By letting bound by the shekels of wound;

Letting the worthy to be none to be known;

With noting but reality of what you finally have is the thing you know of your own.