In the darkest hour of time,
When love find it stay,
Leaving the life at hay,
Caressing the nature of life.
Let love build it thrust,
Amidst the most think hut
Leaving the barbarian in mall
Playing the eyes of the phoenix.
True is the love,
when it pave its way amidst
the rustic nature demand the holistic nature
build in its pace.
Let the world equipped it’s soldiers
And the sun in its anger,
Beautifying the non-beautiful of all
Satisfying the uncertainty of life.
Let the world listen to it call
Heeding to the heedless nature
Fight for its make up,
In the twilight of nature.
Indeed love awaits its army,
Glaring the honour of metal,
To pacify the beauty, and erase it impurity
in the beautiful nature of life.
