Those eyes that stoops so low,

Slanders even suspicion,

Awakes needless doubts,

Needles serenity,

Disrupts tranquillity,

Rides on the wave of calamity,

Brings forth insanity,

For none can destroy so much,

As that inner turmoil,

An ever hailing storm,

Always blowing and blowing hard,

Uprooting the foundations of trust and harmony,

Leaving behind broken pieces of innocence,

Shreds of pride and fragments of hope.

– Nelly