Walking beneath a stormy sky, i feel the heavens weep,
Tear after tear fall; to wake me from my indifferent sleep,
Waking me to the anguish of those who made even the heavens weep,
Telling me a tale of tests and trials; and of a noble truth,
Hope and happiness, battling against Misery and Madness; is the story of all humanity,
A melody; of love and sacrifice, cowardice and treachery;
of ignorance and enlightenment, self-denial and discovery,
A history; of righteous wars and crusades; of senseless violence and atrocities,
A vision; of angelic innocence and beastly brutality: such is the strength and nature of our legacy,
We, the children of Adam and Eve: chosen to be His deputy.
The heavens weep; and the earth drink in its tears,
So the flowers smile; and show the world colors; amidst all its fears.
The earth absorbs the tears of its kin;
and gives birth to life and beauty,
Let too our hearts and souls take-in the tears of our kin!
And be the colors of their life and beauty.