The beauty of life,
The troubles of life,
The challenges of life,
The good times, bad times,
In all Creations Leisures,
Lies disruption in measures,
Beautiful is the dawning of the day,
Beautiful is the smile on your face,
Beautiful is the rainbow in the sky,
Beautiful is the bird flying so high,
I am the Bleeding Heart,
Not the beautiful flower that shows natures art,
Tears rip my heart in parts
And now, my heart bleeds.
Many years ago some persons embarked on their life journeys,
Travelling across the hills,
Crossing the seven seas,
Searching for treasures without ease.
In the race of life,
The right motivation,
Fills you with positive energy,
Keeps you on track,
I searched for you,
And you seemed to hard to find.
Some say that you are in their riches,
Others say you are in the pot bellied man who spends nights drowning in bottles.
They are like dews,
whetting the appetite of my heart,
Making me smile and laugh,
I am glad that I have them.
Let them come pouring,
Like dews from heaven,
Like rainfall on dry ground,
Like water to a thirsty soul,