What for? I ask once more: what for
Is it for a better life?
What for? What for?

SeeKing for a miracle,
What the kind,
What the kind?

Maybe you will never understand why...
Because there is too much pride, too much pride,
Even in your childish games.
Too much pride: lovely.

The best of a choice made in life,
Lovely my bees,
They are always well guided,
Always doing the right thing,
Ants are following, their own ways.
Do you remember
A Christ you'll always cherish.
For Christ sake, always!
For the sake of a promised land,
For the sake of your knowledge,
For the sake of a seek and find...

Our bees aren't buzzing
When they are humming,
Our ants aren't patrolling
When they fall asleep.

The only way you were willing to offer
Is the slave way,
Now what can I say?
Slaves you always use then destroy
For maybe they'd tell,
May be they'd tell on you,
Their story spread all over the world.
You may never have me,
Never see me again after all this abuse!

Didn't you have enough fun?

Do we have to suffer,
How many times to die for you?
How many times to ask for a forgiveness that can never come,
Maybe I never understood you
And your perfect games.

You're still trying to punish us
For what parents did or didn't do,
We are tired of this world not understanding,
It wasn't us to decide, it was you.
It wasn't you to decide for me, it was myself.
And if I'll have to **** for everything I love
You will have to see
The unforgivable.

Of something we didn't do.
How many times to tell you?
What you did you didn't do.
How many times to ask for forgiveness
For this thought coming from an Old fact.

Of we defecate on each other every day,
That we all know, but why not to ask for more.
Well, I am asking these grounds once more
To take each thing there where it belongs.

A long time ago,
In a past my mind remembers
She felt Hurt,
Thinking being a spoiled brat would help her.
But taking it, little by little,
Growing a life from anew
May help one make that difference,
A return to the light you need.

It's a fighter you loved
And I didn't know how it feels
Until she made you feel ashamed
With the choice of not showing her love.
A little bee that needs to help your times
Make sweeter your lives needs to be cherished and loved,
Nurtured and given her hope.

What happened, little bee,
Did your mother die?
Maybe you wouldn't understand why.
Maybe death wasn't explained to you well...
Sweet little child.

Oh, my little sweet bee,
You will need to sting when caught.
You'll survive, don't you worry.
You'll survive.

Helped with the best and strongest minds.

And rain if you want, from the clouds!
Dear Dragons,
To you.
Love.

Mua