Some people are in search of pleasure,
If not, of money and glory,
Don't realize the real precious
Is the love in their stories.

Walking along some path
Full of mud and lies;
Wearing a beautiful mask,
Forgetting the important tasks.

That's how some live
And think that they're right.
Apparently empty of guilt,
Running off of the fight.

One will learn his lessons,
Walk his way with hope,
Fidelity is but precious:
It's bliss forevermore.