Passing the torch, giving back what was once offered: Sentience Grandeur may fade, but dignity will live on through love "This time around, no soul will escape alone", she swore Echoing plea: "Should I lay there please just end it, waste me". All the time you spent away from me, from your own Once too young to understand, now too old to give a hand A mother's pain is never in vain Blank scavengers faking their prayers, step into the light Breaking silence with sheer defiance, all to claim their rights Feast on the dust, feast on the paper, you were never there All pathetic, all apathetic, all but one Forgive their hypocrisy and greed Please, forgive my relief