The Silence Of Realities Dream

The Breeze going through my hair,
The Beauty that mother nature shares,
Her rage,
Her beauty,
Her intentions in the heart of purely,

A pencil in my hand,
Trying to make people understand,
the beauty of life,
Instead of turning to a knife,

Feel the breeze going through your soul,
Not one voice,
Not one scream,
Just the beautiful silence of realities dream