A Boy Called Baby Squirrel
I watched from the corner of my eye...
Roses without thorns
Summer without winter...
Even in your darkest moments,
there always is a light...
You once told me that my heart
will, in time, ripen and redden, too...
My favorite chair,
eyes closed, warmed by the sun's rays...
The morning sun's bright rays shone through the...
and passed through my eyelids...
Swift the days pass by my window
Watch robins meet the buds of Spring...
Beauty is respected, beauty is wanted
beauty is a blessing, beauty is flaunted...
A path that must be found
Like the masses traveling a path of dark mystery...
The mirror illusions the person it wants to...
It conceals the self with shadows to escape the...
Believe
Birth...
Black and white, yellow and red,
color and race has no disgrace...