By the room of dark and gloomy
haze,
I locked myself, they burned the
place.
I'm breathing the smoke of
vicious hate,
They lend their hand as a
pleasant bait.

You come to hear delightful
words
and see yourself on the aisle of
herds,
there's a shaking hands with pleasant
grin,
but there's a tattoo of hate on their tattered
skin.

Masquerade of great kings and queens,
Mantled with shimmering clothes to look clean.
These masks hides their scattered skin,
The music played, dance of the jesters will now begin.

The ace wears the joker suit,
Watching the spin of flashing boots.
Diluted laughter breaks the crystal glass,
After party will be a burning masks.

I asked, "do you believe in forever?"
"forever is when we are together";
thy answer with touch of love so tender
with whisper, " I will love thee whenever"
Our love began with cardboard and chalk.
Underneath the sun together we walk,
initials were carved on oak tree with rock,
cherishing moment every tick of clock.
When youth were filled with love of end and pain,
we built our way and changed our lane,
ignoring signs that will lead us in vain,
Keeping our hearts and vows tied with chain.
Staring at the young love that we made,
I thank God for sending the one I prayed,
despite of ordeals, thee held and stayed,
and promised, "our love will never fade"
Now, our hair is growing white as snow,
lines on our skin starting to show,
our toes full of mirth were going slow,
and the love of us is all that we know.
Mayhap our life starting to bland,
but like an oak tree this love will stand,
full of strength and rooted beneath the sand.
Take my vow, "I will always hold thy hand"
I worry not the death that coming near,
as I know our love will remain here.
"On this bed we will stay together dear";
"until sound of lifetime is all we hear"

I kept my heart under my coat
trying not to touch by hand of cold
no one ever tried it to hold,
until one night someone called...

a voice with a peaceful sound
lifting me up from the ground
I'm wondering how he found,
a stranger in sadness was drowned

with the short period of time
we have talked about lifetime
things are starting to shine...
God, is this already the sign?

I've been afraid to open the door,
but he waited and sat on the floor
he called my name once more
and said I wont let go.

This stranger became my saving grace,
he took his matches and burned the place.
with the eyes of hunters we had raced,
we left the dark room without a trace.

He knows the worst thing in me
but he said just let it be,
together we will flee
and the whole world will see.

Assurance is not on our hands
maybe we dont know God's plan
but together we will stand,
and leave our footprints on the sand.

I laid the body wounded from war,
marking the pain of bleeding scar,
they drip no blood but crying word,
scream of whys is all can be heard.

This warrior fought without a gun,
the sword was laid on the ground.
Flew in the war without a shield,
embracing the fires of the field.

The warzone is silent and cold,
daylight is starting to fold,
omitted gore has no trace,
but agony and pain mantled the face.

Alone, the warrior stood with yielding feet,
the armored belligerent took their seat.
They watched this warrior drown with tears,
their laughter bit the bleeding ears.

The archenemies took off their casque,
these are faces of the warrior's past.
Hopelessly he fell on his knee,
looking at the grinning enemies.

Armored with the sharpest sword,
strengthen by their greatest lord.
They rumbled drums with deafening sound,
plotting the line of the warrior's bound.

The warrior faced the strongest foes,
murmur of vicious wind starts to blow.
No armor can block the slashing assaults,
as these are words comes like a lighting bolt.

Words stabs deeper than a pointed knife,
blotching doubt in warrior's life.
Painted the warzone with unwanted shade,
every glimpse of light starts to fade.

The warrior with no hope to win,
carried darkness with tattered skin.
You can't win against yourself,
they will reveal voices left in the shelf.

The warrior dwelled in the cold and dark cell,
fall of the tears in every hit of the bell.
Tired of the biting lullabies marching like a band.
The white flag was raised with trembling hand.