The wind sings me to sleep as I lay between the dancing lavenders.
"Oh child of the dawn, your kingdom awaits
as it watches the birds fly back everyday.
Oh child of the dawn, come back home
you're to be buried where you were born."
I clutch the white rose in my hand tightly, whispering like a scared child, " I am back, mother nature. I have returned back home."
The lavenders lean down and kiss me one by one, accepting me as one of them. I close my eyes floating like a feather with the wind to the wonderland.

The particles of wind still carries me around, every time it sings the lullaby of the dead.

He sat there in the dark waiting for the shadows to approach him as he smoked another cigarette. The tobacco on fire burned his lungs yet soothed his pain for a while. It turned his heart numb and cold.
He looked ahead as the first shadow came and touched his neck. The hair on his back stood up as he saw the shadow vanishing in front of his eyes. Then came another and another.
He witnessed the last glimpses of hope die before the cigarette could end.

I've trapped all those fluttering butterflies
in mason jars that are placed in my wardrobe.
They're locked so they can't fly anymore
For it's too cold for them outside now.

Little soldiers and heroes of this country
who proved to be braver than the rest.
They have set an example for the world to see.
They were the children dressed in green.

They fought the guns with their pens
and wrote their names on the land with their blood.
Those eyes are now closed that held a million dreams.
They were the children dressed in green.

Even the seven skies are scarred that witnessed
the innocent souls flying to the heaven.
They were smiling for they were finally free.
They were the children dressed in green

He asked me,
"Did you love anyone as much as you loved me?"

I whispered,
"Just your shadow and the memories."

I remember that fire burning in my bones
as you spit those words on my face
and turned your back on me.
My heart ripped out of my chest
and cursed you for turning into a monster
as I stood there trying to breath.
I still get goosebumps thinking of when
you leaned and whispered to my heart,
"Don't worry fool, you'll fall and get hurt again."

Since that day, I have wasted every second
trying to prove you wrong.
for this time I can't let you win.