As the sun sleeps and the stars starts to play.
I cant hear a noise and this place is free.
I remember you when silence strike,
And piece of a busted street light,
Blink like your eyes.

I find my self at peace in the middle of the night.
These cats are free,
I'm counting them one,two and three.
l own the street,
And my shadow can't find a beat.

I felt connected to every car chasing.
Like those little kids laughing.
But i can't hear them singing.
And i can't see a real smile shining.
They're not hiding maybe they're just sleeping.

Dreaming awake,
Walking straight.
Watching buses in the streets,
Hoping i could see you.
Waving hello.

Helllo midnight,
Why i'm so into you?
Do i need to worry.
Even if its just me,
And you.

I contemplate,
every time we met.
bring you bunch of flowers,
and chocolates.

Hoping,
You'll be happy.
If i treat you,
to watch movie.

Lets face this world,
with no sword.
Just the LOVE,
we both showed.

We will not be afraid,
to fight.
In the dark,
i'll be your light.

I don't want,
to see you cry.
Or a single tear,
fall from your eye.

Co'z
I will cut their mind,
If they stab you,
from behind.

Carbon paper,
always do the same.
Like when i fall,
and fell in shame.

*I almost forget my name.
When my tears fall like rain.

I feel sorry,
For those people who talks a lot.
For them to ruin someone's life.
Because in the end it will comeback to them,
And envy my **** them.

I feel sorry,
To those who think they know everything.
And pretend they're some kind of a genius.
Because they just say what they hear,
But no one really care.

I feel sorry,
To those who have much in life.
And never look to the other side.
Because they just see things in general.
And never feel the real quality of life.

I feel sorry,
To those who have cars.
And go to place whenever they want.
Because they just get there.
And never appreciate the real beauty of this land.

I feel sorry,
To those who love watching TV show.
Because they're enjoying seating on the big couch,
Without knowing,
They've wasted their time.

I feel sorry,
To those who have all fancy things in life.
Because they just get what they wanted anytime,
But the true essence of things,
Is not the value or the price.

I never felt sorry,
In my life.
And people around me,
Talks a lot.
Because they know everything in life.

I never felt sorry,
Because I don't have cars,
Because i walk in mountains,
And enjoy every creation God has made for us,
In every Stride.

They may say everything they want,
Against my silly life,
But i will continue every stride,
And enjoy every centavo i have,
Every smile,
Every sunrise,
And all those stars.
*But i will never ever trade my silly life,to have fancy life yet stressful life.

Open up your eyes
And ill break your eyelashes.
And put my ash inside.

I'm wondering,
Wondering if those eye bags were full of tears.
Like what they describe when they cry under that stairs.

Will your eyelid recognize my face.
Will your brain remember those days.
When everything  i did was my best.