Step by step they're making their own destination
walking on their path, with litanies on their shoulders
living up the dreams they had from the childhood
getting conflict with mortals, moaning over their fate
the burden gets more burdensome everyday
then the troubles came
some tries to cover them up
some, runs away
some, takes them easy and jump,
reaching what they have to reach,
irritates the innocent mind..
I'm tired hearing all of your repines, just, shut up, and walk.