The StreamThe stream flows, so calmly, devoid of worries.It flows around my feet, so subtly, so gently,caresses my shell, drifts past mereflecting my life as it passesIt flows slowly but surelylike the times as they changecleansing my waysreincarnates my soulLet me be this streamcarelessly flowing, everlasting, pureforever facing the skyunlocking the shackles restraining menever worrying about another lieThe sun sparkles on its surfacerays of light dancing to its commandin all its youthful embraceim lost in its grace
Tears Of An AngelShe looks down with gracepitying the judgement we faceall the dreams we embracedturned to dust in these demon days.A lonely tear trickles from her golden eyesfor all the fear, anguish, hate and liesfor every hungry child who diesfor every mother who criesIve got blood on my handsand for me this punishment standsshackling me with invisible strandsfor all the destruction I've caused to these lands
Is it work tryingis it worth standing up, just to fall again?is it worth crying, just to wipe the tears off in vain?is it worth working hard , just to go unnoticed?is it worth living, just to die in pain?life is short, i agree.but in that time is making a really difference worth it?is it worth it when people will eventually forget?forget about your triumphs, your hardships, your failures?things that mean the world to you,but less to others than the roadside stray.while you fret and enter the fray of life,millions pray for a better day.is making a difference for them really worth it?for the answers, one must ask themself"do i live f