Tormented soul stays there, caravans come and go but he stays there.
He has witnessed dusk and dawn, he has witnessed the zenith and the nadir.
He has faced derision and is familiar will praise as well.
He has seen joy and misery.
He has been vilified and lionized as well.
He calls for the conflict to end, and harmony to take it's place.
He wants to unravel his wings so that he can soar in the sky.
His withering soul still remains undeterred, caravans come and go but he stays there.