Raging wind

How beautiful it is
the life we choose
but a rage of whirlwind
blow those happiness away




myriad yell like infant
crying for his mother's milk
like the rain from the sky
the weaks heart pouring




but the brave are silence
they succumb to the day
and find their strength in the dark
to bring back the smiles that have lost




they pray to the man above
he gives them stars and the moon as guide
then the sun rise in the morning
worries lost and their hope revive