I feel sorry for the times we have to stay awake
With them memories haunting us every day
If I could only throw a blow in this cloud
Though my words can no longer be that loud
Maybe should I understand this pain first?
Commanding my dreams, I must entrust
This pursue for unhanding dreams will remain
I fear I don’t know who I am
In this tainted world, so insane.
The sun has vanished from my world
Even with flowers blooming around
My feelings have become my court
And weak tracks became all I escort.
Sometimes you must cry alone
And memorize how harsh things can be
Our creation is our life. And this sun I’m drawing:
Someday, may it be eternally free.
...to be continued
