The calm ocean will never be my soul but that Peace is which I seek
The burning rays (touched by the sunlight) burn against my skin,
The internal pouring rain of my wintered life,
Seventeen winters gone and after them, nothing changes,
life, still the same
Even in the turmoils of lava and tornadoes, clashing to paint a picture of my soul
Perception of the ignorant refrains to meet change
And even in the corners of the spear of which named, Earth,
There you still find the hider and all I seek,
Peace,
Evident enough to have defeated Defeat
- Fairytales
