Hark, do I hear a knock?
Tis only my heart,
like a triumphant block,
only trying to unlock.
Desperate times,
desperate rhymes,
bringing down the fears,
with empty flow of tears.
Escape from this torture,
this I must,
for by remaining here,
I will turn to dust.
Fear not, my loved ones,
my reflections are clear,
tis you, my dearest,
who are fearful of fear.
Peace within me,
will always be with me,
tis the ones who lie,
whose truce will fly.
No longer will these eyes cry,
I will not sit back and fry,
for I know I will get by,
and let the block pass me by.
Peace within you
should always flow freely,
like being alongside a calm river,
there, you'll find yourself
amongst others like you,
who are more likely to be,
your circle of a true family.
