[Verse 1] When weary world has worn your spirit thin, With knocks and clamors cascading at your door. Search a serene shore where shadows may spin, And halcyon hush hovers heedfully on the floor. [Verse 2] Listen to your heart, its sigh in mysterious mist, Stays to be true—never gives in or deceive. It converts your soul's chaos into a tryst, By a spirit derived from your believe. [Chorus] No desire dwindles or ambition quietly stays. Nor will wayward wanderer wane a worthy aim. Souvenirs misty margins—vanished vistas rise. The brink of belief, blazing into a flame. [Verse 3] Wise stones weighed what burdens say; While lazy hours drift down as falling snow, Wandering slow, as feathers on their way, And hum a song reeds alone could show. [Verse 4] Vacant halls purified by valley streams, Waters enticing and bright as joy of dawn. Mind restored, peace sword, now undrawn, Akin to desiccated blooms, gleeful dreams. [Chorus] Loud weeps and clamorous cries fade away, Delicate concepts dispersed by breeze. The heart finds a calmer, and deeper way, Gathers grace from its own gentle seeds. [Bridge] Should darkness call with sorrow’s might, Should monsters bare teeth haunt night. Remember still, the quiet waters sight— With gentle syllables of answering light. [Outro] Tranquility is not a land of falacious calm, Still composed in its core, dulcet and whole— A concerto of peace—a state of sedate soul, Wrapped by cosmic flows, pure and charm.
