There is a loss within translation for perseverance is molded little by the mass
And we remain where we are, for ignorance is the one that holds through each class.
If there has been one very thing that has harmed my heart, it has been to see others of potential lock their gifts away
For the easier path of acknowledgment is what we all want, but the harder one is what brings the eventual day.
Our hands are not our own from the moment we listen to what others say and begin to forget the gift we were given upon our sight
And lose our voice, who we were to begin with as they mold unto how they want us to be as we fall from this endless flight.