True idea

Maximum strain
Sure ridicule
Through sweatstains
No false fool

Banged into shape
By each continents coasts
Calmed by each lake
That each continent boasts

The true idea no one truth
Reflections of the fighter
The accused without proof
The sought manner to make lighter
A fully laden roof

The blessing of a far off cloud
Pleasant sundown the sky a smile
The breeze a hand on your back you feel sound
In the pain and cold of a jealous meanwhile
In the lonely hours before you die