Some days have passed and I am left with a few
Torn pieces of my life can not be sewed
Those gone far away from us have come to know
Life is too short,don't waste it to show
Closing my eyes and listening to the rhythms my heart makes
How fast the time passes, it can't be chased
Lost still I am and my fellow beings
But they only realize,when their back leans

The way eagle glides in the air
Plays with the sky so gracefully
No matter if it rains or not
Flying high is it's only thought
Sparrows chirping, singing songs
All the things that I can long
So lucky they are as they have
Freedom to fly, they never hesitate
The shine of earth just before the dawn
The magic of  sky before the dusk
And when it rains drop by drop
In the garden tiny insects hop
All of these blessings they see
Glory of nature that makes one glee
I wish I could fly with those flocks
Instead of walking on these rocks

so*  colorful  and  bright  like  a  flowe­r
so  lively  and  cheerful  like  a  *­child
once were they all,
but the winds of hardship turned them into
burning*  paper   and   *hole

Bombs and guns are just toys,
The signs of bravery for boys
Immature brains with violence fed to them,
Make them all completely numb
But what about the country men?
You see them crying now and then
Does that make you immune to violence?
Well, that just describes your height of ignorance.