Deaf of hearing
When these eyes of mine see beyond this sphere
Unconscious as i lay
I see your face
Your eyes; the brilliance of a million stars My heart longs for you,
But these iron bars
Sun rise...
But awake me not
For I have grown strong in this darkness
The light unveils my emptiness
The world says am a misfit
I know that she lies
For you see me as I am
A perfect mould of clay
Of clay we are made
But daughter of the earth
You are made of gold
Glitter, shine
A friend of Kings
A desire of Queens
The reward of Warriors
The heritage of Princes
"sit here I;
wondering...(sigh)
where does true love hide
when the heart is lost"
In the lonely soul of a peasant
Low, humble and meek
Like a sheep lost in the desert
Her love is hungry but weak
Clay meets gold
Now meets old
Dare not the spark
Unbearable is the flame
Too often two person from very different social class / status meet and a spark becomes an undying flame.