The depth of a solitary life
In a world of chaos and pain—
Is stepping from a crowded room
And entering a deserted plain.
The clamor of such mental strife
On the earth of pain and fear—
Is seeing the tears and gloom
And knowing it’s always near.
The depth of a solitary life
On the hills of fear and dreams—
Feeling a sense of impending doom
And living with the silent screams.
The clamor of such mental strife
In deep oceans of dreams and lies—
Yet appearing—a beautiful bloom,
And believing hate will stop and die.