World is like a motion, pictured
with frames and boundaries
Sense the beautiful labor of water
within the gates of peace
Why do the raven cry and beautiful
flower have to smell like old rugged?
You are identified with a stature
And more you will carry that same
arm to fight in your land
Day and night will the shaft range?
But still there’s no one who will
ever care
How
rusting is the ground that bears you till date
Met
the seasons and fed you with strong winds
Was
it not enough that you were lifted from desperateness?
How
you trembled at the hour of scarce
But
did find a solace place to rest
The
ground was not enough, nor were the fruits that it bear
You
were not of this world, but still count it to finish the race
It
was a moment that taught you how to fight
Then
sudden came the rust and made you blind and hallow
How
could you remember your ground?
And
tell the world your countless words
Does
that hurt you as part to forget who you are?
Now
you are here, but not there with all to receive your price
