How silence emerges mightier than the storm
And waves surrender to the shores' arms.
Why a mountain's ruggedness is lost to the traveler's footsteps
And a strike of lightning carries away the clouds' darkness.
Where do all the woes disappear after a victory
And fears run away once set free.
What makes grit defeat bad history
And the earth to carry on after every catastrophe.
When even the moon's blemishes fade away every fortnight
How do those bruises still breathe while you fight?