"We often say crazy things that make sense ...
My Fire:
Heat of the night lit up by doubts;
But it can not get away from the fear of Us.
believe and think again
What
difficult for you That you're a feeble twig
I remember the oak of the past. That
oak leaves decorated with
From thick leaves of love
defied the mysteries of life, scattered
Pitfalls Along the Way, the infamous traps
How
Ready to cut off the legs and heart
our desire.
Now what I have before
And I enjoy every morning
is stagnating
dim light as the sun is hidden behind the black-
black clouds thundering threats of terrible cries:
cold and sterile!
Heat of the night lit up by doubts;
But it can not get away from the fear of Us.
believe and think again
What
difficult for you That you're a feeble twig
I remember the oak of the past. That
oak leaves decorated with
From thick leaves of love
defied the mysteries of life, scattered
Pitfalls Along the Way, the infamous traps
How
Ready to cut off the legs and heart
our desire.
Now what I have before
And I enjoy every morning
is stagnating
dim light as the sun is hidden behind the black-
black clouds thundering threats of terrible cries:
cold and sterile!
