Oh my fountain of serenity,
With all the world’s love and empathy;
Don’t you ever get tired,
Of giving love to every heart
You look so calm and placid,
Though I sense a hurricane under your skin;
Where do you bring all the stardust from,
To leave it on every door you’ve been?
Don’t you ever, amidst your endeavours,
Run out of love for yourself, and feel empty?