We Will Have No Heaven

We are all lonely children

In our tender youth,

wandering along deserted streets.

We hold fast to our own stubborn convictions.

We won't bow our heads.

We won't give up.

Yet we are still left covered in scars.

Is heaven the only place where we can stop getting hurt?

Is there no room in this ordinary world for us to be reckless?

We are all obstinate children.

Though we're covered in scars,

we stubbornly refuse to bow our heads.

We won't sink into despair.

We won't fall into ruin.

All we have

is endless sorrow

and hearts that have long since gone cold.

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