The silent words are being released
Wrapped since ages, now they flee.
Struggling versus the powers it stays on
And burns to generate a storm over the sea.
The words were destined to be spoken
The tales were meant to be told
But everything remained silent
Until the fire burnt the ends of the paper fold.
It fought the wrath of winds and waters
But kept on fueling the roaring storm
The tales are now going with the flow
Wrapping themselves, every second, into a new form.
The words have now touched the winds too
Now even they want to listen more
Now they want to burn it down fast
Now even they are desperate to score.
The fight has changed into a game
Even the clouds are ready to burst
The fire, the winds, the waters or is it me
Now, who’s gonna kill it first?
