Through Storm

For what is despair? Left in the frame
And all the other things had abandoned you
But remember that for every tragedy there is an author
Of Flames... Hope... They said
All I see is love torn by war
Caught in a loop of infinite struggle
A landscape parched by mundanity
Day to day routines. For what is truly emptiness
If not such a condition, sealed in the flesh?

But how would you know? Faint voices calling
That I must move, that I must go...

Found yourself? Such a foul concept
Shrill, piercing love,
But I'd walk through the gates of hell to find you
With sail at my hand, the wind is at your command
The waves are the pulse of life through the storm.

A sorrowful tale, two worlds attempt to fuse as one
Worlds of sentences built from nothingness
Left to remain as nothingness.

For what is despair?
For me, fire...

For what is despair? For me fire
For what is despair? For me it's fire
It is life- warmth, love and war
A ravager of Kingdoms
A releaser of change.

A lowly instrument
Navigation is set
But the compass is hollow
I see now through a different light.

Torch to lit the path
As fate, it speaks in tongues
For what is really dealt by random chance?
A lowly instrument
Of flames... Hope... They said
All I see is love torn by war
Caught in a loop of infinite struggle
A landscape parched by mundanity
Day to day routines. For what is truly emptiness
If not such a condition, sealed in the flesh?

For what is despair, If not for you?
For what is every second, If not for you?
You taught me life, warmth, love and war
And as the rain fell from the skies
- PETRICHOR -