I will leave all the struggles and the trouble of the world's conquest by every pleasure found, And go to a place where the wind softly whistles in the breeze with no tempest snares around. To be alone with the heavenly sound of inner peace that raises my soul to a higher spiritual plane, Where anxiety's deadly attacks will slowly cease And I am free from critical cliché of emotional pain. Where The beauty of seclusion fuels my imagination shaping future existence and reality within my mind, and make the freedom of feeling a great liberation, unrestricted by regulations and rules of every kind. Daily, I seek the beauty of solitude by choice And listen to the hush whispers of my inner voice.