Slaying the Beast

At U of T we are squished side by side like sardines

We feed off of textbooks and concentrated caffeine

We each have our ambitions and hunger for success

We all panic a lot more than we would like to confess

What makes this group special is that we survive U of T

And come back during break to help others succeed

Sadly, many people these days are stingy and cold

But I look around the room and see hearts made of gold

Life is a stray beast that is unpredictable and cruel

Life can lift you up, life can make you feel like a fool

Life can take you up in its jaws and swallow you whole

Life can also teach you things because life has a goal

The goal is to help others slay the beasts they possess

‘Cause we all have dark monsters that we like to suppress

All we need is a person to listen and understand

Someone to protect us and lend a warm hand

But how will you ever find a savior for your troubles

If you’re too afraid to save someone else from the rubble

Life is not linear; life is a cycle, a sphere

We are complete when we banish our fear

We’ve slayed other people’s beasts these past few days

We may have even aided them in some ways

I’m proud that there are people who care about others enough

To help those in need though the conditions are tough

In a world consumed by bitterness and vanity

You guys are a blessing; you give me faith in humanity

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