Wait a While

A man stands still
Just to feel the air around
Just to taste the rain being poured
And listen to the rustle of the leaves
But who could feel the bliss in his still?
The backers marched ahead pushing him down the hill
So is the story of life
If you feel to take out time for yourself to heal.

The wounds over here are healed by victories
The defeat of others are the cover of sins
It's not the foul that falls or the truth that blossoms
Conqueror is the who knows to handle the mansion
Where fouls are plastered for an art to be in carved
To store one's merit in that garrison.