In the heart of the living, the star is bright.
In the heart of the dead, it is even brighter.
Come the torments of world's cruelty; that the living forgets the light.
The dead in the calm of its deepness is yet unknown.
But for life is the strong and for dead is unique.
The unfairness of life's dynamicity is the seen weakness of the unbelieved heart.
But for one that is told and has seen and has accepted to accept the strength of the soaked in believe comes the redemption of the unseen.
We foretell the unimaginable ambience of the goodness tomorrow but has refused the play drum specific to leap today tomorrow.
Only the in-depth of sights can tell the torture, turmoil and perhaps yet to see suffering that a better tomorrow is born.