Caught in the reins of going down
Caught in the schemes of faithless men
Caught in the world where peace
Had no real place within.
Found into a beauty of life
Where eyes - so humbled - could see again
Found the peace where all is naught
Except the peace that lay within.
Caught back to ugliness
The schemes and dreams of shallow men
To follow the course of going down
Caught, by being caught again.
Found that beauty is never granted
Found that I must learn their ways
Found that the course I now must follow
Is doing it just another way.