The Wilderness کے بول

wilderness its pain its silence its beauty nothing grows there nothing moves there nothing flourishes there it's silent thundering of deadly silence rumbling of the sleeping earth the cracking roar of the grey sea it is your painful destiny nothing grows there nothing moves there there's only one soul wilderness you won't be allowed to plant a seed till you stop confining your soul you won't hear the sweet melodies till you raise your face from the dust wilderness wilderness