Notice at once the sight of the unspoken dream where we seem to

collectivly lean to the left. To the leaders: gather the team, thoughts to

forsake the sin we fean but the often glimse of a horrible scene is only a

manifest of the continuous scheme to death. Trapped in a cylce of

hatred. In clear sight behold the birth of a new phase where all shades

can find light and let darkness fade but only in this can a change be

made. Ways to persue the path of happiness. This life we live is in

continuous fashion while brother seek ways to harbor passion. Pain

confronts anger this creates the atmosphere of danger, like waking

up staring out the eyes of a stanger. Growing up not knowing who we

are but a glimpse into the future confirms a promise spoken so never

can our dreams be broken. Stay focused.