The love in my soul is gone;	
As the wind blows the desert sands
Away into obscurity.	
The love in my heart is aimless,
Like a leaf adrift a flowing stream.
The genesis of this is sure;
Humans are not what I am.
Villains they are, to my heart of snow
With a sharp drik,
It bleeds tears of blood with vengeance
Oh….!!!
When shall this stone becomes soft?
Oh…!!!
When shall the retributions cease?
Oh…!!!
When will blitheness be welcomed again?
When ‘m dead?
But in eternity;
I will relish the most.