A demon is an angel in a wrong life;
When good lusts evil, the aftermath, hurt and strife,
When Mr. goody-two-shoes, had-been gets 'bad' for a wife;
That's, Satan getting behind you holding a sharp knife!!!

You curved a villain without thinking twice...
You bred a demon, now have a slice!!!
Its not life when we rehearse to be nice.
What's the point of life when another life is the price?

Every little makes a Mickey.
Every Mini, makes the sin sticky.
Life's no journey, nor ice cream, its tricky.
If normal keeps changing, its normal to be freaky!!!

The going got tough, but the tough have already gone mad.
Its life hommie... Evil flows in veins, not blood.
Even Wacko Jacko couldn't survive in a time this bad.
Somebody call Noah, this life needs a flood!!!

The act has been repeated for a time, too long.
We've all forgotten the place to which the actors belong.
Change is the only constant song.
Oh! The past too, but that's the archive for our every wrong.

A villain is the goblin.
An angel is before the green.
Smash open the windows! Doors are shut, room's closing in!!!
Everything's changed... Dull for good, Fun for sin.

A demon is cain.
But there's no place for good men.
Everybody thinks it cool to be a villain.
Yes, life flows not on joy, but on pain.

Its us, we're the things we do.
The thought, and wishes too.
There no demons in those movies you view.
The demons are; you and the people around you.

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tenderly, she plucks the strings-
like fruits from the forbidden tree.
one more christmas bell rings,-
as she whispers a gifted memory.
she strikes the cords of my heart;
tearing, like trailing winds from a dart.

smoothly, she touches my lonely soul-
with the attention of a careful barberman.
she holds me tight, not letting go,-
till the rhythm of her heart's song is done;
she hurts me. but she hurts me right.
so, i stay awatch, and dare not fight.

'but wait,' i catch a breath finally.
her eyes pierce the windows of my soul.
'if you want to lie, then lie next to me,
or lie in my arms and i wont let you fall.'

she says it will be all over very soon,-
before she deeps my existence in pain;
like playing a foreign song in a sweet tune;
she breaks me, but from her, i can't refrain.
'here's all i ask, if you want to play,-
let it be-fore-play-ing the wrong song okay?'

a guitar, stuck choice-lss, in her firm grip,-
i hurt, but i'm hers to play and hers to keep.

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my fingers, slowly running down the length-
Of your perfectly done, Brazilian weave.
My touch; tender, yet laden with strength-
A normal human mind cannot perceive.

But, we are not exactly 'normal.' Are we?
Not now. We're a time bomb of passion;
Paint brushes on the canvas of history;
Electric rivers of lust. We are turned on.

Marching into me at the command of fate-
You crush your thick lips against mine!
Like when sunlight and earth first met;
This complex is beyond beauty's line.

Fantasy flavored bliss, deep coated in ecstasy;
Kisses of your lips, your tongue, your taste.
Reading my braille body language, feeling me.
My hands, gripping your 30 inch-sized waist.

My heart, rushing to find the pace of yours.
My blood, surging, racing. I'm pulsating.
The world outside is closing its doors;
As we get heated us up; hyperventilating.

Let me kiss your lips with a passion strong-
Enough to awaken 1000 sleeping beauties.
Hold me like in my arms is where you belong;
Your home, like its where your heart really is.

Right here. Right now, is my present; you.
Lose your top, descend from the heels.
Actions speak louder, let me say 'I love you'-
With silent words flowing as if spinal chills.

Instinctively, we take off my T-shirt-
Lips still locked. Tongues exploring.
You slowly slip off your purple skirt;
Every curve sending one more sting!

By faith, we struggle to your spread bed,
Knocking things over with no single care.
'Mmhh...Touch me here...' what? You said?
Its hard to listen. Should I touch you there?

My hands map out your body's geography.
To the gravity of your bosoms, they succumb.
Mmmhhh...Then finally they break free,-
And touch your body, till you cant keep mum.

We rid ourselves of our last pieces of clothing;
Hands on auto-pilot doing... I don't know.
Addressing every curve, touching everything,
But careful enough to pretend to be slow.

Invited by your rapid breaths, I get in.
You stop and look up at me in disbelief;
Coming to terms with me deep within,
Holding back moans of pain and relief.

Mmmhhh... Your kisses taste sweeter.
Wait! There is no need for you to cry.
Together; one. Life can have no better-
Than the moment we have you and I.

Yes! Say my name! Say my name again!
Your nails in my skin; my hands in your hair.
My villain; inflicting irresistible pain.
My angel. Goddess. My love's flare.

Ooohhhkayy... This is it... I can feel it.
'You're beautiful. I love you.' Let go...
Here; come. You don't have to hold it;
Express yourself. I really want to know.

You take me down in a flash and-
Steer our love ride round and round.
Heeding your firm, sweet command;-
I'm in your law's chains; I'm bound.

You look beautiful from down here.
Your hands, not knowing what to do;
In your hair. In the air. Here, I'm near!
Here I go... Oohh! You're beautiful...

Stay there... Keep at it... Yes! Yes! Yes!
Don't stop! Don't slow down! Go on!
Go crazy! Yes! Mmmhh... Your sweetness!
Agghhh... Here; come. Here; come on!

Nokia 3310 vibration... Open the door.
Pouring out your all to me, and I to you.
OK. Breathe... Kiss me once more.
Now rest and get ready for round two.

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Birthed purely of Godly intellect.
Words of a language, perfect;
Curved from the divine alphabet-
With not a single flaw or defect.

Like wordy pieces of fine fabric-
Not too light, yet not too thick,
With every rightly purposed stitch-
Making me more and more unique.

Like the footprints of fate's pen-
Trekking down pages of life's lane,
I'm those words; that mark; that line-
Fathomed solely by few special men.

Fluent rushing blood, surging dreams,
Like waters down divine streams,
Hopes and wits like emptying seas;
Into lifeless pits through many limbs.

I'm the very primary meeting spot-
Of ink and page, deed and thought.
The expression of genuine mental might,
The last puzzle piece, the connecting dot.

I am food for thought in every verse.
The right for wrong the better for worse.
I am a reflection of power and greatness,
The written miracle, the lift of a curse.

I'm a sweet ballad, penned just right-
With a touch of metaphorical insight.
A metred meal for a hungry mind,
Corrective lenses for mental sight.

I'm the union of ugly and beauty;
The matrimony of wish and duty;
The product of pollute and purity;
Black on white, from God to men,

I'm poetry.

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The lives I touched with a wrong hand;
The souls I hurt by deed, word or thought;
The dreams, hopes and futures I shuttered;
I'm sorry, if your discomfort was my fault.

If I was a wrong knight in that shiny armor;
If I was the villain that ruined you fairy tale;
If I never loved you back or loved you enough;
I'm sorry, if our wrecked relation-ship couldn't sail.

If I owed you something but did not deliver;
If you stuck your neck out cuz you believed in me;
If you took a blow for my sake, if you were a friend;
I'm sorry, if I was a dark character in your bright story.

If I could ever have been a better brother;
A better son or a better anybody to you;
A better crush, admirer, icon, poet or person;
I'm sorry, if your dreams of me didn't come true.

If I accidentally left you out of this poem;
If I'll ever hurt you or cause you pain again;
If I could have been more honest with you;
I'm sorry, if my errors are an unending chain.

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You're as active as a thief's night eye;
You cannot talk yet, but you still try;
You are almost always hyperactive;
Yes most survive. But I think you live.

I wish you would not ever grow up;
That you'd be a baby, play nonstop.
I wish. I pray. I beg. I even dare hope,-
But then, you were born to grow up.

Seeing the silhouette of you as a man,-
Inspires the thought of 'Emmanuel Pan.'
Maybe then you'd not grow as you should;
Just so your world would always be good.

Please don't grow; keep your stature;
I still fancy your un-nurtured nature.
Do not grow big. Don't even grow tall,
So you don't stop looking up to your uncle.

I wish you would not ever grow up;
That you'd be a baby, play nonstop.
I wish. I pray. I beg. I even dare hope,-
But then, you were born to grow up.

I really don't want you to grow.
But you'll have to, I too know;
So when you do grow up, eventually,-
I pray you grow to be better than me.

Whatever happens, remember this;
Life's a puzzle; you're merely a big piece.
Grow bigger. Grow taller. Grow up kid,
But don't you dare try to grow stupid!

Be cool. Be funny. Be you tee full;
But you should not be too big a fool.
Laugh. Smile. Cry. Dance. Its important.
But don't do it just because you want.

Play. Have fun. Enjoy life's benefits.
But matches and girls are off limits.
Lose yourself if you really have to,
But never lose hope or lose you.

Get in trouble. Get out. Get in a fight.
Yes! You heard me right. A freaking fight!
I, too, fought for that in which I believed.
How else was our Independence to be achieved?

Lie, only next to your rightful spouse;
But only get a wife after you get a house.
Raise anybody who dares to mess with you,-
Only if you raise your kids to be better than you.

Grow up. Grow old. Grow wise. Grow a beard.
But never grow above the wisdom you heard;
Like money. Love family. Have an opinion,
But remember to always keep it as your own.

Change your clothes sometimes. Its OK if you do.
But never change into something less than you.
Live. Be. Do. Have. Its all good if the time's right.
Grow up someday, but chatter once more tonight.

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I have not been this sad in such long a while-
That I though my face
would soon pick a smile.
But I know that I cannot lie to myself anymore.
I'm depressed again. I've walked this path before.

I wish I would say I was sad, but I'd be lying,-
Cuz pain's smaller than the reason I'd be crying.
So I will turn my every
tear and bits of rage-
Into ink, then write down how I feel on this page.

'They say that every cloud has some silver lining.
Well, they haven't seen
the clouds I'm seeing;
If big boys do not cry
then I am really unique.
And if 'unique' is not
normal, then I'm a freak!!!

They say 'never put all
your eggs in 1 basket.'
But I did worse on the
Friday that you and I met.
Its like I put my eggs in a worn-out basket and-
Put that basket in some blind *******'s weak hand.

I kept playing back how
everythig fit perfectly,
Us; teasing fate. Like you were meant for me.
I couldn't stop smiling
even when I got home.
I even broke more rules
and wrote you a poem.

True, I was scared it was too good to be true,
But I somehow believed
that we'd pull through.
I was ready to fight
whatever odds I'd face.
But I can't throw a blow against your happiness.

I may love you more than him, but its okay,
To me, its been about you from the first day.
I'll not be around much,
because I really do care.
But if you'll need me, I
hope that I'll be there.

I heard that to cry about a girl is just being wack.
But I'd rather be ****** than hold the tears back.
I bade you farewell with wet eyes and a smirk.
But I didn't agree that we really couldn't work.

You asked me to keep you close in my pieces,
But there's not much to
say about past wishes.
But, sure as rain,I wrote this poem just for you.
I'm really sorry if you wont find it very beautiful.'

Melting my sorrow, my
wishes and my regrets,
I channeled my pain out
through my eye sockets.
I tapped each drop into a fountain pen I love alot,
Scribbled something and
this is the poem I got.

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Fragments of empty dreams meant he-
Was crumbling inside, but not accidently.
Hurt severely, but he still trusts plenty.
"Alas!" The onlookers say. "He's just 20."

So naïve, he perceives devils as sainty;
A fighter of fate that lost permanently;
He battled on though hoping just faintly.
He's young; in his prime of times. Just 20.
 
"He's more average than not, apparently."
They suppose, "In the moment when he-
Speaks swift like a ride in a new Bentley-
He attempts to conceal that he's just 20."
 
But as my fingers tap these keys gently-
I hope I'm inadequate but not evidently;
That you don't smirk and ask, 'Ain't he?'
Cuz deep inside I am more than just 20.
 
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Yesterday's long gone; burnt down to bits
Fragments of bitter and sweet memories
Tomorrow is like a bright but distant star
Like a race against the whispering breeze
 
Our hands hold no mass in gold or silver
But there's more to treasure in right now
 
The day is as rich as the night is young
While our hearts beat and our lives are
While our dreams surge and slowly burn
We'll try once more to shoot for the star
 
We'll challenge our reality; face our odds
We will live like kings; live like its our last
We'll steal moments from destiny's hold
And fabricate our own fate if we must
 
If our future should melt to a pool of lies
We'll take pride in this truth; we have now
 
We'll run in the wind; kiss in the breeze
We'll dance in the rain, play in the sand
We will wish upon Africa's noonday sun
We will conquer distance hand in hand
 
We'll smile longer. We'll laugh harder
Enjoying every moment while it's prime
We'll fight stronger. We'll dream bigger
While we still have the might and time
 
We'll live in the best way time will permit
We have all that we need if we have now
 
We'll scream louder. We will aim higher
We will hold tighter. We will learn more
We will grown older. We will be prouder
Cuz in the arms of us is what we look for
 
We'll love like it's all we've ever known
Cuz all that matters is we have right now
 
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A fairly knowledgeable traveller, I stand;
A ****** path extending on either hand.
One coated in the rare hue of divinity,
The other colored with angels' beauty.

I will narrate a tale of choice; of odds.
A true tale of time; of these two roads.

Evident 'fore the other, the first of the two-
Roads was long and desolate, but beautiful;
Its light soils, not too soft, yet not too hard,-
Were like an invite to keep pacing forward.

Staring down its length, I could see it all;
Every up, every down, every rise, every fall.
The road was luring. It couldn't be wrong,
But the thought hit me, this road was long.

I was on the verge of taking the long track,-
When a second appeared to double my luck.
I had a choice now, to take one of them.
But in the end, the two seemed the same.

The second was much shorter and clearer;
Like a goddess' image in destiny's mirror.
I was to take it until I made the realization;
That the second had a different destination.

A few trees, some birds, a cool air current.
With less sights, but it was more apparent.
I would take it, but my strength froze;
Upon the thought, of how dark it was.

I couldn't tell, but any could be of gods-
Or man, or demons; of these two roads.

Freezing the moment, I turned to the first,-
As the feeling of 'right' my mind nursed.
Alone; it was colorful, long and worth it.
With the other; longer and more sweet.

Hoping for better, I turned to the second.
The path that angels' voices had seasoned.
Direct, short, twas indeed a dear treat.
But with the other, darker, less sweet.

On me, it dawned, to trek down either-
Would be in effect, to leave the other.
It sure meant all the difference now-
Which road I took, why or even how.

Twas either bliss in full or pain in loads;
It had to be one, of these two roads.

If twas that hope weighed more than trust,-
Then I'd know with which my joy would last.
But if simplicity was a superior virtue,-
Then there was but a choice, not two.

If beauty had dominance over certainty,-
I'd conquer one's distance for eternity.
But if to know was better than to learn,
The I'd permit my love for one to burn.

But ultimately, however my choice; its modes,-
I could only take one of these two roads.

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But today, I just want to tell you why.

Why I had to ad lib this wack status.
Why I was convinced to go freestyle.
Why I'll pen every word with no fuss-
And it should only take a little while.

Why I will not use reference for this-
Block of lines that I dedicate to you.
Why I'll insist on calling this a piece-
Despite the fact its not so beautiful.

Why it seems like random thoughts-
Unraveling from a messed up brain.
Why it kinda is like a couple of dots-
Connecting to form a ****** chain.

Why I appreciate who you are to me-
So much that I say 'I really love you.'
Why I will always praise your beauty-
Though your persona's more beautiful.

Why I wrote you a poem but kept it-
Cuz I am not PrinceCharmer enough-
To explain my feels to you complete;
Why I have to cut this status in half.

Why I always count on your advice.
Why I believe you will have my back-
And thus endeavor to pay the price-
For someone who really knows Jack.

Why I think I'm sure about this one;
That you are smart, caring and wise.
That you understand Alex as a man-
Who dares but also smiles and cries.

Why I don't know how to be a poet-
Enough to write down my emotions.
Why suddenly our 26-letter alphabet-
Seems to be needing major additions.

Why this is where I will sign off from.
Why I wish I'd speak from my heart.
Why this status is just like any poem-
Without all 'why's to end from start.

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I was a star and you were down to earth
So I withdrew from the throne of nightly kings-
And plummeted head first with one leap of faith
You were worth falling for. You were amazing!
.

I braved the heat and zoomed past asteroids
I crushed into better judgment and sound reason
I sped past every sign of what lay ahead; all I was to avoid
I felt Superman strong and didn't care if you were made of Krypton
.

The time our worlds met and fates collided-
Was magical! You were more than just my crush
Our moment together soon faded-
But I was lucky to have you, even for a flash
.

The moment I was in the warmth of your arms-
I shuttered to bits and collapsed in an instant
The moment I was with you was no cause for alarm
For in those few breaths was everything I'd ever want
.

Men look at the crater of poems and wonder-
Why would a star cause so much chaos just to falter?
I was a god of words, reigning with verbal thunder-
But fell to have one moment with African dust's daughter
.

I knew we'd never have a happily ever after
But I lived. I dared. I loved. And soon, my life started anew.
So, as you stand in this crater that inspires both tears and laughter
You'll hear em say a star fell here. I hope you recall, it fell for you
.

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I see us strolling along fate's street,
Walking in harmony's glass slippers.
We're never about how good we fit;
We're our finders. We're our keepers.

Neither faith nor chance, all we have;
Is our rare complex; Our crazy love.

Our love at first sight was too blind-
To see how you and I could really be.
Sight or not, you're ever on my mind.
My shut eyes can still see you vividly.

It was your body before your heart;
I loved 'what' you were; what I saw.
But thinking back to our crazy start-
I don't see how I could not see it all.

You've got that rare, funny laughter;
The one that somehow kinda echoes.
I cannot see our happily ever after,-
Cuz our love's book can't ever close.

You did not steal my heart complete.
You made your hands its safest place.
Loosing my guard was never defeat,
It was the start of a worthwhile race.


With us, rather than bliss, I boast of-
Our unique complex; Our crazy love. You're

literally a world away from me-
In a much more metaphorical sense.
But that only hurts when I miss you;
Namely, upon each proof of existence.

Our love is against odds? That's odd!
We are not victims of circumstance.
Not close to a goddess and a god,-
We just fight hard for every chance.

Its funny the things we do together.
But its funnier cuz we know not why.
This is quite far, but we'll go further,
Cuz 'enough' is extinct to you and I.

A steady pace, not in the human race;
This is more like our love marathon.
Had we been features on earth's face-
We'd be the reason it'd not be common.

We may last forever, maybe beyond it,
And make it wish it would last as long.
But, if we should end 'fore we re-meet,
Know that our love was never wrong.


We've found a fit tighter than a glove-
In Our unique complex; Our crazy love.

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Sometimes I feel mighty powerful
Like a god among men with these words I use
But thinking deeper about it, reveals-
How I'm just a pen in the hands of my muse
.
I twist syllables, wield similes and craft metaphors.
I make stale letters unite into something beautiful.
But beyond that, I'm just another tool-
Like this lifeless stage or the mic I recite through!
.
So, what's my worst fear, you ask?
Well, its that I crave the roar of hands;
That to earn ovations, I write on demand.
I fear falling prey to the desire of my fans
.
Interpretation is the true beauty of art
And at the core all true art, is expression.
Well, until you strike a chord and make an impression-
That demands you to beat expectations and gain recognition
.
But there comes that awkward moment-
When the crude nature of art dwarfs logic
The moment when the fan and artist don't clique-
Cuz the artist's message just won't stick
.
I am a pen in the hands of my muse.
But you're not my muse, you're my ink
We're different, but beautifully in sync
So I hope each poem I pen tells the world what you think
.
I hope that you're not rooting at my witty words-
But the way I tell your story like it is
I hope you're not just hoping I entertain and please-
But that I also show the world the sight of you nobody sees
.
I am a pen in the hand of my muse
I'm inspired by the things you love and fear
I'm moved by your strengths and your tears
But, alas! I'm too human to not be inspired when you cheer
.
I am but a pen in the hand of my muse.
But #TeamXander isn't complete with me alone
You're the ink. Time is frail blank pages, not tablets of stone.
We can't engrave our tale, so we write on every page till its known.
.
I apologize but, sometimes I won't appeal and wow you
Yet again, that's your job. It was never mine
I only hope I represent you in my every line
Cuz truth is, beauty is only experienced when all its facets align.
.
Keep Smiling

Times long gone; forsaken;
My vague and rusty past.
Moments lost and forgotten,
Through you, they always last.

The paths through life not taken;
Opportunities and decisions too;
Dreams, to be realized and broken;
My life, me; I see it, through you.

Through you; fragile; pure; I see,-
My genesis; every last memory,
Battling fate, learning to be me;
I see every detail of my life story.

You're like a mirror, in my future,
Through you, I see what I was.
I see, vividly, the whole picture;
Strokes of my strengths and flaws.

In you, my whole life is mapped;
Moments untouched; my destiny;
Like a dear present, unwrapped,-
Through your eyes, I see me.

Through your smile, I see hope.
I behold, me getting up after a fall.
Struggles on the route to the top;
Successes and failures; I see it all.

Through your tears, I see pain;
The essence of joy, love and faith.
Despair; the background of gain,
But beyond the hurt, I see strength.

Strength to overcome opposition.
Courage to look failure in the eye;
Will, pride, joy, and determination-
To spread my wings, to learn to fly.

In your silence, I feel my peace;
Composure in my loud thoughts;
Imagination; portraits of bliss;
I see the lines connecting the dots.

In your touch; untaught, harmless;
I feel love; energy pure and true.
One soul in two bodies; oneness;
I see us and I see me, through you.

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I could tell you that I stole your photo,-
Just so I'd show Santa my wish for X-mas;
I'd get your line with, 'I read NUMBERS-
But didn't find yours despite the fuss.'

I have what it takes to figure you out,-
Like curving the Mona Lisa out of rock;
To PrinceCharm my way to your heart,
Using my key and changing your lock.

I could make you fall in love with me;
Steal your heart and get away with it.
I could convince you that I'm Mr. Right,
And be the ruler of your measure for sweet.

Technically, I could be an angel;
Have you think I'm too good for true.
But in stead, I'll take every step-
Of the journey, till I deserve you.

I'll not approach you with a pick up line.
I'll not even play my best card.
I'll be so 'me' that it'll only be right-
For you to want to lower your guard.

But I'll not let you do that at all!
I want you to love me at your strongest-
Point, so that you'll give your heart to me,
Knowing that I truly am the best.

I'll ride, happily on your mood swings.
I will listen when you talk to me.
I'll hold you tight when there no words,
And laugh at your jokes though they're not funny.

I will show you my every skeleton,
My good side and my bad one.
I'll love you like can't be said,
I'll be your all, your boo, your man.

I could rub in the fact that I'm attractive,
But truth is, I don't want attention.
So, I'll let my persona do the job-
And attract your heart's affection.

So... Other than play all the right moves,
I'll play all the moves true.
Not game, I'll spit out every single lie;
Tangle you in truths till I deserve you.

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Two strange souls; in life's book we entered,
From bits of the present, we picked each other.
Pain, sorrow, joy, our love have mentored,
So, whatever we do, we'll do it together.

We'll live. We'll learn. We'll know.
We'll tangle. We'll argue. We'll fight.
We'll walk. We'll run. We'll fall,
For together, well have might.

Through thick. Through thin.
Whether blessed. Whether cursed.
Though we lose. Though we win,
One; through the best and worst.

We'll stare death in the eyes.
We'll close shut, pain's doors.
We'll grow old. We'll grow wise;
You as mine and I as yours.

Trials. Hurt. Hardships, we'll stand.
In reality-paved tracks, we'll stroll.
We'll be strong in each other's hand;
Together we'll be. One, we'll grow.

We'll see the world, and curve our own.
We'll trek through calm and stormy weather.
We'll fear not, the things unknown;
Cuz all that matters is, we're together.

Keep Smiling