A world sense consuming ablaze.
Be it by hate in common ways,
Or worries of unknown perils.
So, we hid within the barrels.

Waiting, scheming, Battling, Fearing.
While, these times can be nonbearing.
They can make heroes out of us.
So, we let conflict be discussed.

We face the old hate, the new fears,
For a unity will appears,
through conflict of the ablaze world.
For the time will come when it is furled.

By MID