I STAND HERE
IN A WORLD OF PLASTURED HOPES, LINGERED THOUGHTS AND SOFT SPOKEN WORDS
I AM A GORGEOUS FLOWER
IN A GARDEN OF DROUGHT
I HEAR BEATS OF OLD SONGS
PLAYING IN MY MEMORY
WHO AM I
DOES ANYONE KNOW
I HOPE SO
BECAUSE I AM TIRED OF BEING UNKNOWN
IN A NATION
FULL OF UPTEMPOED MELEODIES
WHIRLWINDS OF DESTRUCTION,INTELLIGENCE UPON MY PILLOW
WHO AM I...
UNKNOWN...
