Surviving Humanity

He's walking here at the backstreet,
Under the cold heavy rain,
At snail's pace without somewhere to go,
He don't know he's heart still alive or not.

He thought he's been through the storm,
All those woods have he conquered,
Even the deepest ocean have he take on,
And he have been no bed of roses through the journey.

Here in the real world,
Never be the same with Hollywood,
All those bed of roses is just the beginning,
Of all the misery that waiting to be told.

As old man at the bustop said,
One could never be a survivor,
Without having through man made misery,
Even you've define mother nature's law.

He's now realized the lesson,
Living alone with mother nature,
Doesn't necessarily make you survive,
In the human civilization.

Sunlight finally shine,
There from the edge she comes,
'The rain's over,' she said,
He's never be alone anymore...