Pulling away from the deepest thoughts Trying to remain in my own exile The limitation just can't be broken into Solution that is left only is to stay docile
Fate is something which needs a challenge Surrendering is the signature of the weak Crossing the boundaries, building the fortress Even the grass turns green in a land so bleak
Belief is something which can shatter the mountains Traveling long in darkness is something hard to do But her harvest is the one which will embrace Safe you will be, giving the darkness one final adieu
Filling the hours which had turned so empty Watching out the ocean sending her waves In the hourglass figure of a woman Freeing all of them, who were once slaves!
