I was high
I was low
I was everything
Everything
When the sun comes out
I merge with the brightness
Brightness in pebbles
I want to be a lily
I want to be the mountain rose
I was actually a dragon flower
Burning everything out of place
People saw its wrong
I never cared about it
Cause
I was high
I was low
I was everything
Everything
When the moon drifts away
Comes a destruction
Destruction of peace
I want to be the calm stream
I want to be the just opened dam
I was actually magma
Burning everything out of place
Thousands of arrows in my chest
Chest of gold
It never hurt a stone
But
I was gold
I was bold
I was everything
Everything
I want to be time
I want to be peace
I was actually war
Burning everything out of place
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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