Listen my child, listen closely
The wisps are here to tell you a little story
Of the blooming flowers and the forest of glory
With the breeding ground of love and eternal beauty

The sun of warmth stay closely to the heart that holds faith
The beauty of the world at arms length from the Creator
But where is He as sanctuary is an eternal silence
The seeker of truth no longer believes in the scripture

The balance of power once stand, now disrupted
The space between heaven and earth bound to prophecy no more
Mortals roam the world freely with dire consequences
In death they will find that lies they told barricaded their souls

To peace at heart means to death we will part
With lust and greed once wounded our souls and heart
Tears of sorrow or joy means nothing to the Creator
Condemned to eternal suffering, that's all mortals could plead

Begged for kindness and forgiveness from the Maker
As tomorrow will be created in silence 
The world He makes no longer predictable as yesterday
For once, child, listen and make sense of the one true way

The Maker of peace, the cunning soul
The worldly matter attached to your wound no one should know
Unkind truth, unspoken within your heart
When the time comes, child, no one will know your mortal scars.