Is my life a tiptop in the wooden floor?
Or is it a slam on an open door?
Have I pour it out intentionally?
Or have I act as if I'm a weak tree?
My mind put a dare in front of me
Filling what's lacking as if my enemy
It's definitely some sort of horror
But is my walk at stake, I'm not sure
I see questions come and go
In the night sky, in the wind blow

Inhale exhale, I walked outside
The water is gone dry
Dreams fade in an  isolation
1 step at a time, schedules are untrace

Take a better look at a mirror
You can see the eyes of the mustache
Changing faces, changing fonts
All is well is in their cases

The world is talking aloud
With brown shading in the concepts
All colors exist but silence makes a camp
How can I swim and ignore it?

Youth, can you see the grace?
Uprooted while the bad things sneaked in
Hope now for this is able
Dont let sin **** you in your moments

I lived in my dreams
Seconds may adorable
They caught me off guard.

Flee, as the desire go towards bad reputation
Change course as if end is calling
Still counting but the dirt isnt moving
Feet and effort comes together
Like nothing happens in days
Picture framed a portrait
Selfie as they say it bluntly
Peace as if peaceful in that place
Every tick of the time
Dots are dancing in the floor
No orchestrated music at all
Free, as they whispered it to one another
With the blaming tongues and teeth
They mailed it to their eardrum
Lie, no hope yet there is still
Truth, Egypt is the mountain
Bigger as the trust settled in
Watch them fall to their knees
For I say repeatedly in this case
There is still hope, there is still
Just trace the ace for better is the Sky
Than any developers of this land
They may come armored in gold and silver
With the finest stones and strong words

Wake up oh sleeper
Rise up for your destiny is not shallow as your think of it
Guilty, there is no restrain  
No human force can stop
This nature is barren for so long
Good thing is lack
The eyes is too blind to see
The hope of the True God

Taste and see when the Son is calling you Home
There is no heart of stone that can cease this
What a sweet sound
When the Son is calling you Home

Sink, as the shark follow you through
Even if the ocean is not your grave
Your decision means death and end

But there is still hope and its attributes
Look beyond, hope is not just word
Its foundation is founded by Him

Man can improvise as many machines
As they can create and build
But tell you its too shallow