A melancholic dream with a drop of a rainfall
Formed to cast a shadow in a blaze of unending darkness
But tender winds blow the haunted ghost away
Somehow reminds of the hope for the rising sun.

Horrible waves and storms in the scenario
Make the hungry men fight over a piece of bread
Shimmering pieces of gold are laid on the table
But only the king holds the key to the secret panel.

Tiny shreds of hope and inspiration
Keeps the captive in shape and in motion
Though he has been beaten deep within
He bows his head and prays to God for more strength.

Sanity is nearly out of control
Even the beast is unfamiliar with its name
Forgotten of the wild conceptions of his imaginations
Feeling lost and has been found in the house of the sacred One.

Promise he said to himself
The broken hearts and shattered souls will all be inspired and healed
If only given a chance to remold the melted candle
The strong rays of light will overshadow the lonely bleakness of the night.