Pride and Joy

Life is a gamble, I guess it depends on how you throw your dice
We aren’t happy feeding from traps like mice
So death becomes a choice we all make
The joy after our triumphs proves our courage to be fake
Because we all hope to live on at the end of the day

Terrified by the atmosphere of war and petrified by it all
Living to witness tomorrow is no longer your fundamental right
Your days are long yet you always wonder if you can make it through the night
Waking up is always a dare but you do anyway
Because we all hope to live on at the end of the day

The world has become so cold and hard to live in ...