What is the source of this strife,
That I can never allow to end with a knife,
I cannot allow this to rule my life,
What could possibly be my motivation?
Could it be to disprove that accusation,
To prove wrong every lie,
This is my reason not to die,

Always remember,
Live life,
And don't let it live you,
This is why I strive,
Knowing this, my motivation only grew,

Now through this struggle,
The agonizing pain,
Despair and hopelessness,
There is light,
And to the truth it surly does delight,
And now I know,
Who I live for,
And live in with bliss forevermore,
Because they were torn,
My purity has found form,
And now I hand this to you,
With this what will you do?