Who knows what the future may hold,

for we, the saviors, we shall prevail.

We understand & we mold

the future that the rest ail;

 

all of us say we are “alright”

and yet none ask “why?”

None of them ever saw the light

of the savior Jesus Christ. For he consoles those who cry

 

and none of them respect us

for the thought of it makes us berserk.

The reality hit us like a gust

leaving us cold & prone to work.

 

In the end, we are all people.

For that that unites us is yet to come, a sequel.