Once again I seethe in agony as they devise plans to inflict pain,
I dreamed of paradise, I saw a world devoid of disdain.
But I was wrong.
Once again my bosom cannot comfort, while they shed a joyous tear,
I held anguish in my arms, I tried to preserve the breath of a soul, and I tried to vanquish fear.
But I failed.
Once again a million souls weep, while a few mock in distaste,
Am I old and weak, from the wounds of ignominy, from the pelts of hate?
But I should rise.
Once again I fill my heart with stone, while fear lurks in my warm embrace,
I will rise, I will provide, I will fill laughter, I will spread joy, with progress I shall once again set pace.
But I fear, will I fail once again?
