Everyday and every night,
My conscience witness an ugly fight,
Without bullets, canons or blood,
But, a war with equal might.
The good ‘n’ evil, the sweet ‘n’ bitter,
Each trying its best to reach the height.
One killing hopes, other fanning strength,
Both believing that they are right.
As one silences the scream,
Other propels a deepening fright.
Every time when I view this storm,
I loathe the darkness, I envy the bright.