I am peaceful and I am powerful.
I wonder where I will end up.
I hear the laughter of unborn sons.
I see the unseen tears of the moon fall upon the restless sea.
I want to rise above heartache and hatred.
I am peaceful and I am powerful.

I pretend self-confidence.
I feel as the world crumbles beneath my feet.
I touch Heaven and Hell in every moment simultaneously.
I worry about the well-being of my loved ones.
I cry for reasons I cannot name.
I am peaceful and I am powerful.

I understand that truth comes with youth,
and often fades with time.
I say peace is glory but
I dream of other-worldly terrors.
I try to grasp the intricacies of human behavior.
I hope one day to understand.
I am peaceful, I am powerful, and I am