Theres a remnant
They fought to live
They sit in barns
Or cry in fields
They dont die
They live
The changing tides
The tides they live in
Buckling their belt for the change of life
We dont see it
We grew up here
We have adjusted
Like a frog half boild
Too young and too ignorant
Face me!!
The call of a fool
Why beg for death?!
Life is just too great