A Lost Battle

The battle is supposedly lost There is no reason to have hope But dreams roared in rebellion Against charges of delusion Circumstances call you nothing Your spirit retorts back at them Daring to see better futures Believing in the fantasy Yes, the king will call upon you Yes, the princess will fall in love Yes, you shall solve the old riddle Yes, we will all dance with much joy You carry the fragile vision That can surely prove to be false You are betting on love stories From the darkest corners of hell