Happiness is

The sails I look for 
On the tides of red sea 
Through a glass, broken out of fight 
Between the deserved to live 
And the strongest to survive. 
I look for them under the dim lights 
Of the free moon and luck 
The sails ,as the books say 
Shall come to take us shores 
I am broken alone with this little dream 
With nothing in hands but the glass piece 
I shall believe in their return 
From the sands of time 
So it was written in every story of hope 
And when they come 
I ll board the helm 
And steer to shores 
To The shores of carefree minds 
For All I wanted is a little peace 
Enough to wake up from my pain 
Come with me, my brothers 
To sail these waters of misery 
Onto the beaches of humanity.

-Aroon Che