2020 A Year To Breathe A Year For Many Roads TO End As We Face Our Future Minds Cant Be Prison Lives can't Be Controlled This Is The Last Battle Against OurSelf Against The System Of Lie The End Of The Tunnel Yet We Never Learn The Power of Justice means People Over All Above, Nor Any Book, Should Determine, The Pathway Of Any Man Now Time Has Awaken, For The Last Battle Of Us, Against OurSelf The Moon Fails To Shine Down On Either Day Or Night And The Night Birds Call In Sadness When I Turn To Look The Flowers Had All Fallen Away It Was As If All Comfort Has Vanished From The World The Blossoms Beseech The Gods Even Though In This World We May Know Grief And Suffering Our Dreams Shall Never Die And They Fall From The Branch in Anger (Bless All Forms Of Life)