Me and my shadow walking down,
This desert, it is known as the devil's town.
As far as i can stretch my sight,
I can see the terror of the night,
That is where i wish to go,
Where the flowers of Love grow.
Where no Life as desert be,
Brother's love for me, like
The ocean that never dry
That has the tides of glee
Giving no teardrop to cry
It is the deadliest valley,
And poverty is the burden they carry,
slender is the path, for Just is their rally,
Their wish and ruler's will, does vary.
Dear father, out of my love for you,
words from the bottom of my heart,
I am overwhelmed while i speak them to you.
Was but a little weak plant,
mettle not to hand, the Stand very unsound,
afraid of the hustle, near and around.
A gleam in beautiful grace,
Brimming off your face;
Waiving through you is a cue,
It hath if a face, it bloometh happy,
swollen and swampy,
It gains if a shape, it maketh wings,
Dear death, you are so cruel,
Can't you see? Are you blind?
It was just the beginning,
Heart's young, time's not ripen,