There are lot of things in this world that we couldn't see.
Things that keeps every one of us into mystery.
The silence of voice is the sound of integrity.
The eye of darkness and happiness is yet to see.

Tangled path of mind is what we foresee.
The spoken language is the killer of every bee.
But it also brings us to have a cup of a tea.
The smile of blood is hidden under the tree.

The sound around us pours gravel on the sea.
The bang of every pain is the echo of sorrow.
The call of every name is the respond of fear.
But in every gear of breeze around us,
There's always this shines located between us.