Crimson Heaven Poem by Kestrel Quiambao

Strike by the spear you created from above
Filling my hope and trust with pure love
No one can see what this pain is about
Because this is me, fighting myself without

This age makes a new millennium baby
That plants the seeds of perfect destiny
This is the right track of the right conscience
A wrong time of endless patience

Riding a bicycle through heaven
Chasing the light from the flight seven
Crossroads and zig-zags in a stone's throw away
Keeping the kids and children at bay

No boy can see the world with just a naked eye
All we can do is drift away and fly
Created the world with madness within a bad mood
Changing my little path with a piece of good