There is a festival in the world,
Running in a past based on this Word,
My soul speaks in tongues,
It burns and it aches,
And it tells the story she knew as a friend.
Maybe I found a friend in a notebook,
Maybe I didn't listened to a prayer,
I wanted them to be all too stupid and happy again,
Felt hurt when they had to be mean to each other.
Felt hurt when they had to leave
But it was okay,
Everything better when they became friends and partners again.

And never cared about anything and anyone else in the world.

I won and you're happy!
Oh, the wonderful world we live in.

I'm rich and I don't know it,
I'm poor and I don't know it,
I am a little star in this Universe
Somehow,
I am a puddle the pig of a brain part despising
Learned better.

I didn't know how important I am,
Being dead meat is a solution
Of the great
To have all the things they need,
All the things we need.
How to become that strong,
Get myself out of some filth,
Perhaps I didn't have any clue,
Killing my time with this nonsense of a poem
Saying to you only
The fool I Have become,
Saying to you what a life I wanted to make
And what a great dream I dreamt...
Perhaps, I didn't have a clue
How important I wasn't.

Said to be imperfect,
But perfectly created.

She danced on the waves,
She swinged on the waves
Of perfection

Then one Day came back to see all your perfect Children.