In the midst of the storm
a stronghold survives
in usual form.
It has touched many lives.

Pain and rage define all that surround.
Yet, functionality relies on destruction.
What becomes lost is never again found.
To become great, stand among none.

Loneliness is human nature.
Those at peace understand.
There lies the difference between wise and mature.
Be the island... So unlike the masses of land.

Patience, few have known.
Comprehension, few will acquire.
Honesty is rarely shown.
And happiness... A fickle liar.

But peace... That is the goal.
Enduring the struggle,
through ignorance of turmoil
while living a life never so dull.