The world will always be on chaos,
A ceaseless tempest of human strife,
Where shadows dance and demons play,
In the theater of this fragile life.

A butterfly will always be beautiful,
With fragile wings that may not last,
A fleeting moment of grace and color,
In a world where beauty fades so fast.

Some of us will always be the one who hurt,
Inflicting pain with careless hands,
Leaving scars on tender hearts,
In a world where cruelty often stands.

The rest of us will always go through the turmoil,
Navigating life's unforgiving storm,
With heavy hearts and weary souls,
In search of peace and a place to call home.

But the question remains, in this bitter truth,
Can we find solace in the chaos and strife?
Can we embrace the fleeting beauty,
And heal the wounds that cut like a knife?

For in this world of sorrow and despair,
Is there a glimmer of hope, a spark of light?
A chance for redemption, a path to repair?
Revealing the answers to the questions of our soul.

Yet we, the seekers of love's elusive song,
Often choose those whose hearts have gone wrong.
We stay with them through their tangled despair,
Only to find ourselves lost in the snare.

In our embrace, we hold their broken dreams,
Listening to their cries, it's not as simple as it seems.
But in the end, they leave us behind, we're bereft,
Left stranded, lost, in a cold wilderness, we're left.

Do we deserve love, pure and untainted?
Or is our fate forever to be jaded?
In the heart of chaos, do the true ones exist,
Those whose love persists, who won't desist?

For the world may remain chaotic and gray,
But our hearts can find solace in the light of day.
The ones we deserve, they're not a distant dream,
They exist, they're real, or so it may seem.