Bury The Hatchet

I bury the hatchet with my own self
Making compromise with my alter ego
No more fight for tonight
So I can sleep tight and see him in my dreams

I bury the hatchet with my own self
About something I call it blind faith
No more arguing true and false
So I can see  things clearly when the sunrise come


I bury the hatchet with my own self
To fight anxiety that may come 
With realistic way of thinking
So I can rest my mind from the things no need to be thought


I bury the hatchet with my own conceited
Which makes the humble suddenly vanished
Beg the conceited not overcome my humble heart
So I can accept the destiny


I bury the hatchet with my own way of life
To show me just the right direction
and stop tempting me with fake happiness
So I can move to the place where I should be


I bury the hatchet with everything that happened in my life
I don't know it was blessing or punishment
I bury the hatchet with everything's written