Who am I ? Nobody knows
Am I the daughter of the light or darkness,
Where the sun never shines nor set,
Where the trees never wave,never behaved?
Am I the one who stands?
Will someone understand?

I am the fog ,the mist ,the unsin.
The one who smiles at the face of death,
The one who craves attention during no detention.
I am the waves of the ocean ,
The sound of the sweet morning bird,
The flames of eternal fires.

I burn with rage and hatred,
And with my army behind me,
I always stand.
My intuitions break institutions,
And with the crown above my head,
Wars can never end .

What I am not is submissive,
But I am disruptive,
Where my feet kiss the earth all tremble,
And the earth crumbles.
Should I be humble?
I am who I am.