Lost cause, the inscription of daring pursuit,

Protesters waving inhospitable flags,

Demonstrating hope along the street,

With Sympathetic feelings for suffragettes.

 Advocate missions of impossibility,

Turning the world into a global village,

 Sharing the use of one currency,

 Embracing one world image.

Fanatics die chasing a lost cause,

Endeavor to take all living breathe away,

From people willing to find another choice,

And force mankind to kneel already in disarray.

Lost cause, the hope of negative connotation,

Searching experiences to awoke,

The winding imagery of institute abandon,

To become the unsung hero where shadows broke.

Lost cause, wandering over fields and barren foam,

Neglected opportunity, gone wearily to another realm,

Looking for sped arrows that will never return,

And spoken words once bore enchanting dream.

Lost cause, a slave to derelict interest,

Listening to haunted voices roaming the deep,

To take away peace, wandering through darkness,

When everything weary wants to sleep.