Derive Oceans From Storm

Many storms are passing by depression keeps me on sight

Creating ocean from every ordeal

Very less enjoying silent waves

Tired of stopping storms in life

Law of nature, helpless creating oceans is the only choice

Hitting storms is like after day night will surely arrive

Don’t fight back every time, derive ocean from every cry

Wars and fights are worthless; life will spin time to time

Formation and destruction will happen in life

Keep on going, keep on moving is the only choice!