The ocean full of darkness,
What is lost is brightness,
What is rare is happiness,
What is found is sadness,
What is lost is willingness,
Aspiring to do wickedness,
Dying out of foolishness,
Moving out of helplessness,
I wouldn't call it selfishness,
Nor will I call it selflessness,
Am I to call it carelessness,
Or should I call is carefullness,
I think I should call it weakness,
The soul is dying out of restlessness,
It seem to be hopeless,
It think it is harmless,
It need to be fearless,
There has to be awareness,
To stimulate it's effectiveness,
What it never lost is it fairness,
Now the soul has regained it fitness,
And it's filled with happiness.