How you’d share with the masses,
His dark demon shadows?
After all their long years had gone by…
About a child without his father close by
His breath is frail just like yours
He too knows of sleep through the night,
This mocked child knows the chill of cold winter
And the warm wind of summer,
So why do you invoke
Those sudden murmuring waves?
Watch deep inside you.
For friend,
His storm be surrendered!
