All that’s in a day mundane tasks others light the way
Trying to do right can drain make one lay
Beside the choices to ponder then let reveal
The light of reality tho seems dreary a monstrous deal
Right is right- The way, truth justice heartbreak and tears
Why can’t 4 have a happy ending no fears
Because each path chosen, choices made
Heads each to their destiny, proper cloud or blade
According to what’s weaved by thine will and hands
We wander into our path chosen, either Glorious Lands or
Treacherous Bands