He comes into town in foreign accent
the strangest we've ever seen
his eyes so sharply-shy and keen
his spirit left of us no comment
his hands we noticed so mild
like one who never fought or
exercised hate or cruel labour
or beat-up an offensive child
he looked as tender as a-day-old babe
like one who's known no real danger
he seemed to us that he was made
not of blood and bones of love and anger
like the rest of us
but of a spirited-lotus
extract mixed with certain
euphorian spices
polished by shine and rain
politely and wise
And we stared and wondered what
beauty lies in his halfly-hidden heart.

Even
The
Sky
Does
Cry
When
Clouds
Blocks
Her
Shine.

Dreaming dreams of distant days
dreams that were far beyond my gaze
that rings the bells of melancholy
straining my heart, killing my jolly
loudly my lonesome heart beats
into my head like trampling feets
But on my awake out of mercy
an 'angel-hand' rescues me.
I keep dreaming ever since
of an 'angel' and a 'prince'.

In my quest to be a man
frow when my life began
i've trudged in marsh and sand
and upon the muddy land
i flick without a wand
but with a conscious plan
i sway my faith around
until my will is found
to make a world i ran
abandoning my clan
my world is all my own
i rule it all alone.

In brightest morns, in darkest nights
In sweet december days In narrowness two hearts ignite
A glow in amber rays They love, they fight, they come together again
They know it's right to share the other's pain
we watched as lads such nature's riddle
and now we're glad to be in the middle
of such enticement, of such commitment
of such unbogus romance
Let's savour a passion true
under a sky of clearest blue
This is our chance.