In the room of hope, I am there, But my yesterday seems like an echo. The eye of looking, focused on others, I become a shadow in the midst of the mist.
Every step, I try to take, To reach the desired throne. But the hearts of others are like stone, Not feeling my caresses.
In the company of favor, I was left behind, At the end of the line, I was found. In the middle of the game, there is a secret scale, Which favors the chosen friend.
But despite everything, I continue, Fighting, not giving in to the current of the tide. Because I know the time will come, I will be seen, remembered at the right time.
Favoritism, even if you are the weapon, You cannot hide the beauty of justice. In every wound, there is a lesson, And the true light, will triumph at the end of the story.
