On the corner is a border,
Standing between respecting, and neglecting,
There is a wall built in it,
To seperate the good from the bad,
So positive, that he's so glad,
To be the mediator,
For he may not regret later.
One side of the wall is blessed,
But on the other side is depression,
Shining on the venerated side is a better life,
But as the arbitrator stood strong,
To bear right from wrong,
It's hard to break through, and see what is true,
It claims one better solution,would that be the truce.
Clear or not, it's like a tied knot,
You can't see the treasure, never so splendid,
Dreaming of Winning is indifferent,Than a rain in the evening,
Not knowing if you could make it to the next morning,
Through the coldness, with loneliness and distress,
Leaving the homeless mourning,
Not as sweet as hearing,