It happens while we were sleeping too much;
Someone had stolen what we gather for years.

It happens while we were sleeping too much;
Someone ruined what we build for years.

It happens while we were sleeping too much;
Someone of our friends listen to lies.

It happens while we were sleeping too much;
Some of our friends wavered and wandered.

It happens while we were sleeping too much;
We lose some of our good friends.

It happens while we were sleeping too much;
We might become too late to run after them.

A journey to undiscovered lands
In a steps of a crying free man
Strange faces above the grounds
Strange winds under the sun

An effulgent of neon skies
It touch plains and valleys
Standing along the Irish isle
Somberness absorb with fireflies

As sound of silence fills within
In a barren and cannon lands
Searing heats from a distance of
Swirling and whirling of skies

An Irish stood the ground
In a path of a new horizon
Soul’s being captivated in wonder
Save breaths to be last

A journey too far to reach
In an hour of silence and loneliness
Stillness is the cure of confusions
Song calms the raging seas

A moment to gather treasures
In a great plain of orange county
Sweetness helps restore my sense
Solemnity really found inside

A glimpse of a moment
It heals my broken wounds
So, sunshine make great day
So, starry creates a bright light

As I truly wandered to be there
In a great plain of tranquility  
Silence must be comprehended ~ with
Silence of great mystery


Am truly get awe and wonder
In an oasis of my dreams
So peaceful and lovely
So exciting and great voyage


At last am truly awaken
In yearning of amazing journey
So to stand once again
Surely for eternity…..

The world is changing
Beyond the eyes of innocent
Such things are still covered

Few unlocked the wall
As the wanderer awake
Find an effulgent path

Forefathers quill to remember
The scrolls for stillness
For hearth and longing soul

Acceptance of being vulnerable
This one’s journey is for all
As the scars remind the freedom

Tears heals the bleeding veins
As confusions end in stillness
Lost now find the solemn rest

Why always  thinks of own safety?
If there’s ONE that really cares
And knows the motives of man.

In the coldness of night
In the stillness of Passion
An effulgent cover the place
Let the weaken soul awake

The thirst of desired freedom
The cry of the weak
To yearn for the treasures
That sooth the grieve-hearth

While our days grow old now
Songs calm the raging seas
As rain comes the barren land
In the land of searing heat

The scarce of rain and water
Far East and Southern Seas
God greatness and Marvelous Creation
Provides palm’s stem and honey