Hail the nature
that gives, takes and prevents.
Her rages are the bells
she violently tolls
to remind all
that she owes us thanking.

There shall be white words
To praise Love's creed
Ruled out by courts of reason
And traded saint by saint
To merchants of salvation

There shall be black words
To mourn the season
Rising out of ailing credence
Turning healers into dealers
Under the tubes of  loaded laws

There shall be red words
To brand Love's defeat
With scars of history
while tenor of last lines
Chase an undying dream...

My clock never told the time
and looked silently glum

lost its ticking rhyme
with the pendulum
uprooted to be muted
hands dismantled
so you can guess
it made no progress
sitting pretty still
as I went about on my will
set my own pace
not bothering about the dial's arc
but scheduled my work
according to my when
till declared insane
and sent to asylum.

Since I've been sitting pretty glum
like the dead pendulum.

Thoughts of you flood my mind, as I think of you
Often in a daydream, now, I realize my
Undying love for you has no bounds.
Captivated in your every word, I
Hear the melody of angels in your voice.

Listening to sad songs,
Tryna make me feel better,
Yeah my teeth do clatter,
But hey,it doesn't matter,
Get up and watch me,
As your pride will I shatter,
Just wait,honey