They never stop, they never see, Because they live so thoughtlessly. No one corrects the things they do, So every wrong feels right and true. They walk in groups that think alike, No questions asked, no urge to fight. They lie, they cheat, they cause distress, Yet never pause to second-guess. If many do it, it must be fine— That’s how they think, that’s their design. They never step beyond their place, Too scared to see their own disgrace. But truth won’t bend to match their lies, It won’t be swayed by alibis. And comfort cracks, and stories fade, When faced with those they can’t persuade. Real growth begins when pride is torn, When shame is felt, when guilt is worn. It takes real strength to own your sin, To change the place where you begin. But if they cling to what they know, Refusing light, afraid to grow, They’ll stay the same, they’ll die so blind, Forever trapped inside their mind.