Motives

When everything turns out so undue
When all brooks stop winding through woods

What I want is to sing

Let me sing... sing inside my little room

until either the waves stop stroking a ship
or all moss soften those red bricks

Will the most crowded city change into a ghost town?
And the wind of the white season replace the people?

Your wallpaper has recolored into a soft gray
seizing the lady's beads of light, a cry is going to happen

Then, I will sing...
Until you come for me...
I will be still singing...

The Cry of The Crows

          At last, the day will come soon!
          The day of the promised ones
          is going to be fulfilled soon.
          And finally, our wings will be restored into white.

For days, we have been so suffering
and cursed hard along with the universe.
With only carrion we must live
But still these days are full of storms

On deserts the death lurks in its sand
but nothing we have ever found there.
Those great pyramids which watch upon us
seems keeping the most rotten ones.

Once we were created with rainbow wings.
But there is no rainbow anymore
even after a falling downpour.
The sky is black, black as our wings.

          At last, the day will come soon.
          The day of the promised ones
          is going to be fulfilled soon.
          Rejoice! Our wings will be restored into white.

A Path of A Woods

A dot of light has been left behind
as I keep moving through this woods;
All shadows has been gathering under my feet;
They are hiding those carved branches above me

This skin is starting to feel cold;
A rigid sensation I would never ignored
so crossing my hands to make it warmer.
I am trying closing my eyes but the horror just keep worse

This winding path seems last endlessly;
I am speeding up and my heart is racing;
Painful, this chest can't bear it anymore;
They are shouting, everywhere, blowing up my mind!

I should have cried right now;
But I can't, my throat is suffocated;
Why do they can't stop screaming?
So hot, I feel my eyes are burning

Two lines of water wets my cheeks
as I surrender, can't help they blur me;
The dark ground would never feel soft
even if my world is spinning too fast!

Is there anybody has ever felt the same way?
The way how I get tortured here?
Yes... I think so, there is! Even worse!
Ashamed... Those chains, I'll break them!

All colourful memories is passing me gently;
Their light just feels so warm;
A wide green field is heaving in sight;
You were running among these flowers;

No more worry shall be cared!
An enormous light just filled my heart;
It is unwrapping the curtain
and showing its stage, the show will start!

No more unsure is left here!
Rising my head and walking again;
The thousand stars are suddenly shine so brightly
Hear it, they are singing! You hear it too...

It doesn't matter for me
even if there are hundreds of Everest ahead
as long as this soul dwells, because the morning will come,
I'll keep walking no matter how long I have to suffer here

A Joker

Have you ever seen a boy
whose job was not as a knight?
but he was a very fine boy
he made his king laughed every night

He was hired there to dance
on an expensive shiny carpet
His feet were so footling
cramming each nobleman's belly

But felt so sad - long nights
On his little hut he was so lonely
Desperately he thought those things
alone but with his feet

The seasons passing by
No closed eyes in the night
He killed his breath with jumps
Moving here moving there, no sit!

So again he danced,
but the king became disappointed
It seemed no fool dance anymore
No wonder, five kicks on ass he deserved for

No more money would for the next few days
Was it wrong not to win those rounded bellies?
Lost that expensive shiny carpet for the night
but has sold his breads for his feet

Yes, he had foreseen that fate
He chose not to live enslaved in that castle
Forgot the luxurious life forever
and live heavenly with those feet!