To achieve it, many have tried and all have failed.
Like breaks in the relentless wind, a flame of hope attempts to light
Only to be blown away again, the mountain that remains unscaled.
Kings, Pharaohs, Presidents, Ministers, all have buckled in the fight;
Swept away by the infinite gale of our own sorrow.
Our Nature\'s and Hope\'s quarrel over the fate of tomorrow,
While the relentless wind blow, the waters surge into a tumultuous tidal wave,
Threatening to wash away any trace of goodness still bleeding from the cracks of a crumbling Earth,
Overspilling with greed, spurring forth fear and hate to shake even the forgotten graves,
Buried under the landslides of chaos, their journey to death beginning at birth,
A sea of tears, a sky of darkened prayers, a land of ebbing love
Duty entrusted to the hands of a few perishes like a wilting rose
Art is made by the nestled roots and stems, not the ravaging storms above
Like breaks in the relentless wind, a flame of hope attempts to light
A single candle floating upon a sea of tears, under a sky of darkened prayers, where the day is night
A shifting world of life and death
Where the visionaries live to take their final breaths
Pockets of embers, surrounded only by ashes
And justice, like lightning, appears only in flashes