Silence is what I walk,
And what I feel is right,
I don't need anyone to hear,
These winds blow, causing
the earth to give in,
Crumble,
Destruction.

I never liked destruction,
It's something I wish to avoid,
So walk I do in Silence,
Thanking what I have,
Little maybe,
But a glorious world,
Of Heart.

I tie the rains that come to wash
This land, Allowing them perhaps
a day to bloom,
Though the Sun is still learning to shine,
Crops in the soil, I wish you well.

This land is barren, much too difficult,
For anyone to live,
It is dry and unpredictable,
Dark and windy.

So a kind guardian,
When the land was born,
Compels even the most daring,
To a land more suitable,
A land perhaps in peace,
Maybe even a Legendary one,
A land with flowing, clear streams of water,
Whom stretch the entire plateau
And flowers, beautiful to the root.
This land, the Guardian knows
May have little chance of survival,
So "I'm sorry my dear, follow through this way"
It is not That Land.

I have nothing to give you,
But the path which is better for you,
Altruistic,
Love and Compassion,
Sanity and to your Blessings,
I will always pray,
Justice,
I must go alone.