Under the calm ash, the flames are still burning.
Under the broken branches, the thorns are still hurting.
In the heart of the benevolent clouds of rain,
destructive lightning strikes still exist.
Behind a high dam, in the quiet water, huge potential energy still exist.
Under the tree covered mountain, the ingrained volcano is still boiling wildly.
Deep in the veins, the quake of life is still shaking off the despair.
Under many years of frustration, a dream is still glowing bright.
Under the heaps of frustration, a dream is still seething frantically.
Under the heaps of frustration, a dream is about to rise up.
Under the heaps of frustration, a dream is about to demolish with its fists the longstanding mountains of fear.
Under the heaps of frustration, a dream is about to scream so loudly until the smoke of fear would disappear,
and a bright sun would be revealed.
Because the dream knows if it can break the barrier of fear,
all its life is going to be retrieved.