Be that voice which can ignore the echoes of the mountain.
Be that flower which can defy it's own thorns of pain.
Be that desert which can resolute each thirst without rain.
It's life, it's fate, you have to carry rumours and strained abstrain.
You are the pillar, you are the wall that can bear each forced blain.
Be resolve, be resolute don't let you be trapped in detain.