Ghosts, ghouls with a thousand mule floods across his head.
Bringing fear, such that he can’t even stare out in the night.
And look about those dancing lights in his fright.
A man about to lose his consciousness of dignity
Raise his fists to commend with violent clarity.
His anger brings fear and can take you to a place,
Where dark mountains rips through the earth’s base.
A woman waits for her love to return,
From the war where there is no return.
Blessed with pain of love, she forebears the loss
Even mighty men are helpless before her hand-held Holy Cross.
A Man is said to be in a perfect state of happiness.
He holds none dear, no fear, nor hatred, nor love, so no one to lose.
Bereft of emotions of love, pain, fear, anger, he is the Lord and the Master
In a tranquil world, He lives where His serene peace is found and calm without others.
Tell me a story, sing me a tale,
Where only Happiness prevails
