I close my eyes,
as well as my heart...

They say they know,
am a spoiled soil...

Kindness is not in the market,
you will never buy it from a dealer...

The night was calm but noise from the rustling...
It was not ordinary...

She is but a mere shadow of the reflection locked...
convincing my heart to live the dream and let go...

When the first drop hit the ground
Sending soil particles flying in the air...

In the roof of the word
several loves are playing...

I'm a hard art.
Paint of many faces...

Each morning we meet,
you always ask how am doing...

If I could sing,
It would be songs for your heart...

I wont give you the satisfaction
by ending mine life...

Am having a bad day,
woke up on a blocked way...