Where in this world can we find peace?
Where in this world can we find peace?
Where in this world can we find peace?
So many attires do we mask ourselves
Into, only to witness it, just like we believe
The voids embracing our palms
But it is only felt by the faces and smiles
And raised eyebrows and brushed hair,
That we pretend we are,
Alas! What we really are, never finds it
Its quest for peace that already surrounds
Is never to be quenched
Unless pretended to be,
Or answered by holy death maybe.
