Life is the roller coaster which we ride,
As the car speeds up, we begin to scream,
The only hope think we have is hide,
When we open our eyes, hope is a dream.
We look up from this hole and see blue sky,
The only way to get help is to shout,
However, no matter how much we try,
We will never succeed at getting out.
The dark night turns into a deep orange dawn,
Finally, the heat of the rising sun,
For a moment, we all thought hope was gone,
The final, dying wish for us: to run.
When we tire, we let out one last breath,
We can run no longer, we live in death.
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