Hidden Beings:

Forgotten hearts and cleansed corpses
Who do we think we are?
The ones only who explore
Darkness cannot hide the roar of many beats
Of the souls which had to pour

Pathetic are not only weak
We give them reasons to hide
With what we have in mind
They have no voice to speak
To tell us what's from behind

Forgotten people and dirty faces
Scolded hands and bleeding eyes of ones we use to know
Sometimes there is too much to mold
Cut your wrists and hope to die
All we ever do is lie
We thought they were sold but for nothing less than gold

Some dreams are better untold
For the sake of the broken
Be who you are, live for the recalled
The ones you use to fold