There is always a man,
Who knows not his own past.
There is always a lighthouse,
Where it all begins.
There is always a city,
Doomed to fall.
There is always a girl,
Groomed to be worshiped.
There is always a guardian,
Who only lives to protect her.
There is always a leader,
Who is his own true king.
There is always a woman,
Who exaggerates equality.
There is always a revolution,
Where the oppressed rise and destroy.
There is always a choice,
Be it grand or trivial.
There is always isolation,
The city buried within itself.
There is always power,
Human concoctions that make man more.
The cycle repeats,
The circle unbroken.
Lessons are learned and forgotten.
There is always a man,
Always a lighthouse,
Always a city.