The whispers grow louder
Swirling about me
In an eternal cacophony
A tirade of snow and ice

Swirling about me
In the heart of the storm
In an eternal cacophony
I have found true peace

In the heart of the storm
When others flee in fear
I have found true peace
For now and forever

When others flee in fear
I now rejoice
For now and forever
In the churning maelstrom

I now rejoice
Upon the frozen ice
In the churning maelstrom
I see its deadly beauty

Upon the frozen ice
Among the crystal spires
I see its deadly beauty
Whether I live or die

Among the crystal spires
In an eternal cacophony
Whether I live or die
The whispers grow louder

As I walk the path of the forgotten
stripped of all but dignity.
Traversing through mud and sand and stone;
these are the trials we all must face.

Stripped of all but dignity
I shall not bow my head in shame.
These are the trials we all must face.
But, do I walk this path alone?

I shall not bow my head in shame.
The scars serve as reminders of who I have become.
But, do I walk this path alone?
There is no shadow by my side.

The scars serve as reminders of who I have become.
Traversing through mud and sand and stone.
There is no shadow by my side.
As I walk the path of the forgotten.

waiting and waiting patiently,
waiting for the train to pass by,
hover from here to there rapidly,
wondering when will it come by.

waiting for the train to pass by,
all alone with eerie chilling air,
wondering when it will pass by,
intersecting and connects between two heirs.

all alone with eerie chilling air,
remembering fine happy moments together,
intersection and connects between two heirs,
lost since both born to the purple forever.

remembering fine happy moments together,
free from commitment and duties astray,
lost since both born to the purple forever,
rivals then like male snakes hunts for ultimate prey.

The spring breeze blew
The summer haze heated
The fall leaves left
The winter frost froze

The summer haze heated
Lost fish tried to swim
The winter frost froze
Weary travelers turned to dust

Lost fish tried to swim
Fog retreated into itself
Weary travelers turned to dust
Time stopped counting

The spring breeze blew
Fog retreated into itself
Time stopped counting
The fall leaves left

Who am I to tell myself what I am?
To think I can evaluate my life is a lie;
I'm not even sure I am real.
Talking myself up will only lead me to fail.

To think I can evaluate my life is a lie.
Protecting my skin will surely lead me to break,
Talking myself up will only lead me to fail.
Dying is the only way to live.

Protecting my skin will surely lead me to break --
I am not worth the wasted efforts of vitality.
Dying is the only way to live.
If everything is vanity, why not be nothing?

Who am I to tell myself what I am?
I am not worth the wasted efforts of vitality.
If everything is vanity, why not be nothing?
I'm not even sure I am real...

It happened on a Summer’s morning
Hiroshima’s bomb once dropped upon that day
She was feeling tired and started yawning
Her crochet rug was tucked around her knees

Hiroshima’s bomb once dropped upon that day
The yellow capsules easily went down
Her crochet rug was tucked around her knees
She’d sent Arthur on a journey into town

The yellow capsules easily went down
She couldn’t stand another day of pain
She’d sent Arthur on a journey into town
At 82, she hoped they’d judge her sane

She couldn’t stand another day of pain
Two wars survived and still it came to this
At 82, she hoped they’d judge her sane
There was nothing left on earth that she would miss

Two wars survived and still it came to this
There is simply nothing more that can be said
There was nothing left on earth that she would miss
In a little while I hope I will be dead

There is simply nothing more that can be said
She was feeling tired and started yawning
In a little while I hope I will be dead
It happened on a Summer’s morning