The earth is bleeding,
Upon our hearts her tears are shed,
It is ruined, damaged, and destroyed,
One can tell even without divine interpretation,
Like burning of a flame,
And fading away of stars of the morning,
Her glory is passing away,
Swiftly like labour pains,
At the hearing of the cry of the baby.

Avid for a breath of fresh air,
He walked away from the world around him,
Deep down his soul appear calmness beyond his words to tell,
As he walked through the woods,
Leaving behind the miseries and pains the world brings,
With the pleasant sound of nature,
And beautiful colourful birds in the woods,
Speaking to him the truth of the matter,
The present reality and the future beyond,
His soul finds peace in a walk with nature.

To him is better to be alone,
Than dine in congregation of the unwise,
Attuned to the completeness of his own presence,
The absence of the outside world amounts nothingness,
Somewhere inside his heart,
Seems to reveal a hidden truth,
Separated from each others doom,
He can tell from the truth in the infallible ancient book,
Salvation draweth nigh.

Shall he cling unto the world,
His heart only will fail him,
For a wicked world has nothing to offer,
By day or by night,
Hate and violence just increases,
He can tell without much doubt,
The world is full of anxiety,
Folks who do not understand,
But walks only in the things of flesh,
Self gratification and indulgence.

Only a few understands mercy,
The throng for granted has taken grace unmerited,
With thousand more sleeping and uniting in all that fails,
At his solitude walk he affirmed true peace is divine,
A joy the world can't give,
His journey into the morrow unseen,
Is the hope of his glory,
He said as he continued to abide upon the scene.