Hatred, shall I tell you about the muse that I have found?
Shall I tell of new destination I have realised?
This feeling, so authentic and genuine

It’s presence of warmth, kindness, love and peace
Deep down in heart it lies
Always grew wide and wide
Like a primrose that blossoms brightly in peaceful night

Thunderous stamps of hatred it changes
Bringing hopes
Bringing revelation of peace
And yet love to flesh.