If you feel inside boredom, emptiness,
You are to get rid of this constant stress,
And your inner world is under depress,
As a result of this absolute loneliness,
But once the sun will rise and shine,
I’ll ask you frankly to be friend of mine,
Our roads will compound in a line,
And it will be haven’s blissful sign,
Now I am hearing your soul’s moan,
You have tried to hid it, but it has grown,
"And if you wished I might go through the stone,
That was by the cruel magician thrown".