TravelingDreamer

A Chasm Between Worlds

Added 2025-01-04 14:26:54 +0000 UTC

In shadows deep, where hope feels dead,
The shambles breathe whispers through the night.
Bare feet tread paths of unseen dread,
Where hunger rules what's wrong and right.

A prince lies cold, discarded on the stone,
His palace walls now steeped in red.
Yet cheers arise from every heart,
For monsters ruled, and now they're dead.

Through shadows thick and fires high,
I carry wounds no night can hide.
Two worlds collide beneath one sky,
But only truth cuts deep inside—
What price for peace? What cost for pride?

Above, the wealthy toast their fate,
With wine and music, laughter bold.
They feast on power’s broken gate,
A tale of sorrow left untold.

In slums, they grasp at fleeting peace,
Their hardened hearts now free of chains.
Yet joy brings neither true release,
Nor freedom bought through death remains.

Through shadows thick and fires high,
I carry wounds no light can hide.
Two worlds collide beneath one sky,
But only truth cuts deep inside—
What price for peace? What cost for pride?

I’m split apart, between the two,
A healer’s hands now stained with blood.
This world’s not mine to shape, renew—
I’ll leave and close the door with a silent thud.

Through shadows thick and fires high,
I carry wounds no light can hide.
Two worlds collide beneath one sky,
But only truth cuts deep inside—
What price for peace? What cost for pride?

A chasm runs deep, between joy and despair,
A world split in two, and I’m caught in the air.
Between wealth and the poor, between hope and regret,
I carry the burden I can't forget.
But only truth cuts deep inside—
What price for peace? What cost for pride?

What cost for peace?
What price for pride?