Scene VI:

In a stoic cell, but with wet minds
In a golden daze, we stumble upon those finds
Why do we never dare, to touch the stars
They’re too high, and we’ve got scars?

To what we owe, this displeasure Sire?
And please do forgive us, because times are dire
Feel the turbulent energy roar up within you,
Let the desires storm through, strong and true.
 
Forget the past, enjoy Today,
and if you’ve got will, you will find a way.