|I've learnt that the only way through,
Is with all yourself being true,
Because life is fierceful enough,
To make what's red turn into blue.
So you must learn to see beyond,
The happy faces and what lies within each grain,
For there's a power controlled by nature,
But it's too cloudy that I forgot it's name.
Oh yes, it's what comes after thunder,
And after each ray of light,
For life hides more than just secrets,
But here comes your turn to realize,
That the power I am seeking is rain.
For it washes all the faces,
Of whom are afraid to express their vain,
It washes out the fakeness and all the clones
Because what is the worth of seeking shelter,
In houses made of mud instead of stones?