• The fire burns and eats my soul,
    The water drowns my life so dull.

    Thunder roars for all my wrong,
    The wind blows steady to make be strong.

    The Earth my ground I walk and run,
    The sky out of reach that carries the sun.

    What comes, the elements here?
    There's nothing to it, none to fear.

    For all the natural things in a cycle of life,
    Gives me hardship and gives me strife.