Though the winds may tremble,

The stones won’t crumble.

The world still stands,

Despite rising demands.

For all the souls who lie in waiting,

They will forever stay bating.

Their hearts cold and receded,

From those bitter and conceited.

Hurt and pain is what they know best,

With such scorn how can they lie in rest?

Though such a gentle breeze may wake,

Those who left their heart at stake.