Warriors of light

Running like a herd of cattle,

We compete to graze even a small garden,

Drowned in the pool of jealousy,

We pull each other down with vanity.

Fighting wars and breaking hearts, to be the momentary masters of time,

One day, When the sand clock reaches its last grain,

The stars will loudly call upon your name.

Born empty-handed and destined to leave with nothing,

Yet we run behind those extreme materialistic pleasures,

Leave a place in someone's heart,

And trust me, it will be worth more than any treasure.

After all, we are warriors of light,

Made of cosmic dreams and stardust.

So, let's live with love and humanity in our hearts,

And be a candle in someone's darkest of paths.