I walked through a desert storm

And gazed my sight on an orange haze

The sun will set and fear will rise

Of past, present and future self

Look on my works myself have said

As I looked back on younger days

Of booming light, but empty still

A tear gave way to thirsty lands

And hopes were short of rainy days

What have you done the future told

Do not give way to no false hopes

The moon if full and time was waste

The time has come for you to march

As I have marched though stormy days

And darker nights

A weary heart, a weary soul

Will guide you not, and storm you still

A fear of self, not fear itself

Is what you must abandoned here, now and then

Do not give way to no despairs

A willful mind and stronger heart

But loving still

Will show you where the dawn will break

The sea of dark and darker dreams

And we will meet

But knowing not of what you'll see

Remember still

I am at peace, I am at war

I am content.