This world A Beautiful Nightmare Strong crushing weak without care This world Not panited in Black and White But tainted with color Grey All are hunters All prey This World A fickle, fickle place Changing day-night without trace There is no such thing like permanence Every minute, Every second You have to struggle To survive you have to fight bloody battle This world so, so...cruel; Yet so......Beautiful Where still I keep looking for a place like fool Crawling on broken glass When you finally found a place Moving ahead of everyone in life name Race You heard footsteps of stangers Like warning of imminent dangers!! You trip, you get up Whenever you try to take a stand There will be people Making concrete under your feet Despair of Quicksand Then you realise, to stand tall above all You have trade your very Soul Crushing other's dreams and all.