In a world where acquaintances are lost at the drop of a hat,

In a time where hatred and greed rule the world,

Insecure minds and desirous hearts find their way through the dreadful world,

To take advantage of the hearts of gold.

People lose themselves in their unending desires,

Unable to find themselves happy with the sweetest syllables.

The sweetest syllables sometimes carry heavier words,

Sweet outside but sharp like a sword.

In a world where belief is rare,

Only suspicion is there,

Minds fleet to distant places,

Where life is not a race.

Rampant vilifications disturb one's sustenance,

Soaking them in the rain of disturbance,

Breaking their hearts,

Letting them lose.