[-Some time has pa**ed since the boy crossed paths with the beggar. He is attempting to live with hope and truth again, but it does not last long. The world and its ways begin to get the best of him.]
Time has pa**ed since I have encountered what I think is grace
Is this destiny putting me back on the track of faith?
Is this destiny protecting me from seeing an early grave?
It's time to look forward. No more sorrow
But can I keep this up?
Can I keep my head up this time?
I finally feel sure of myself
(Poisoned by anger, frustration, lust, and self-gratification.)
All the hate I had for this world
I've only found myself deep in the core now
With my transgression
Distraction has been made my fixation
God, there's no hope for me
There's no truth I see
I feel no love from the skies above
So much for destiny and faith…