I want to be useful and helpful
not selfish, famous or powerful

The little tree
with the soft breeze, it danced free
Amused; at the tales
the breeze brought, it felt
The little tree had a dream
the desires of happy brim
To be like the red tree
from faraway place and have its roots free.

When the night whispers your name
In the darkest room,
I’m back to that trip on train
Watching your smile bloom.

Your hair swaying in the warm breeze
As your eyes sparkled;
At that moment, everything ceased,
But my heart in battle.

Struggling to keep it silent,
Just so you will never know
How my heart wants you this instant,
But I failed to make it go.

I burn for you then and now the same
Like the flaring sun.
When the night whispers your name,
I am left undone.

You are bounding music spilling over into chaos
You are noir petals unfolding beneath my skin

You are the guiding hand of a storied man
And a baby nestled in the warm crescent of a mother's arm

We have become our own insanity,
Built up walls of denial are wearing away as we blow the wind

The distance between us is shrinking and expanding
Time and space tore themselves apart, just for us

Godless wretches swinging through the cosmos
We feed ourselves a good story
But even good stories aren't free
But maybe it depends on your perspective.

Afternoon delight developed into all night long
Time for air and water
Be gracious, grateful,incredibly warm and loving
Above all enjoy each other
In the middle of the night or all night long

They pretend to be nice,
But in reality, they are rude.
They pretend to be kind,
But in reality, they are cruel.

They pretend to love animals,
But in reality, they **** their blood.
They pretend to love God,
But in reality, they walk the path of demons.

They pretend to love
But in reality, it's all lust
They pretend to save nature,
But in reality, they make nature cry

All I want to remind you,
my dear,
Nature is not shy.