Peace; in the search of which I drove my life cart,
Travelling through the potholes my wheels were worn out.
I pulled it with my rope of hope.
But, they refused to move an inch.
“This is not our path”, they yelled.
But, this is the path most chose, I said.
I pulled them again with all my might
Thud! The wheels broke,
I fell shattered and sore.
This was not my path of peace later I realised
And now, I chose to stand and shine
to reach my shore where peace I can befriend.
The path was difficult, alone I had to travel
Hope in my Lord was all I gathered.
There was my dream which was too far to reach
Patience and silence I chose when at peak.
Search for peace was my only goal
for which I’ll strive with my wounded soul.
Sensitive Soul 