We ain't stricken by age yet we know ages than you count.
This river here for long is our bath.
There lied Hills our feet had leveled.
which song you know sing which wasn't our sound?
Which path you dare lead, which wasn't our creation?

Come you child, tell  us stories other than yesterday's.
We hold this portion of planet for our beings,
This garden of rosier dreams and petals we planted with our blood.

Come, you new stranger, tell us about here, tell us the story of our land.
Tell us all about the land of our yesterday,
When there in the world of the unknown you borne fate a hope.
When the air, our very air was without wind of your being.

Come, you child of the new age,
Tell us how without head you grown to kiss in mockery the grey hair from which you have black.

These soothings,
These enchanting fragrances,
These attires and transparent raiments,
These ogles on lush lashes brow,

These ****,sweet moist red lips
These hips good for pleasure,
These edges and curves
These damsels tall and slender,

These pointed shinning dangling ******* revealing,
These frontliners,these back set ups.
These wet lips as of Jazeebel's,
These provoking hips as of waves of oceans,
These hot thighs peeping through transparent leggings,
Hell bound me in lust,
These daughters of Jazeebel hold me a prisoner in a lust cell.

Your beauty is like an unheard of songs
so magical full of rhythms
It is like a garden unstained with weeds
You're like a movie,you're like a song,
you're like a sweet sound of melody.

YOU'RE THE CODELESS CODE OF PLEASURE LOCKED IN A WORDLESS WONDER,
YOU'RE THE HIVE OF TREASURE NO DRAGON CAN PLUNDER.

You're the dream world of many hearts,
The very home of my tomorrow.
The precious flower in the garden ,
The lullaby in a jaded night.
You're the goddess of beauty,
The queen of my heart.

For all under the sun
For all I hope and dream off
For all trust and the depth of hope I hold
I see joy beyond human comprehension
For Christ is the reason for my adoration

The breath in my nostrils
The sound of joy in my ears
The reflection of love in my eyes
The thought of peace that dwells within me
There is no other reason but Christ

Under the midnight fear
I have no fear
For Christ is all I care
He is the treasure I hold so dear
He is the reason why am here

I sing the song of hope
And dance the beat of gladness
I have melodies in my soul
For Christ is all I hope
When all melodies are gone
And sorrow is song
In him alone I can be strong
For in Christ I'm born
For Jesus Christ is the reason for my living

They've no heart,so they feel not.
They have sight of eyes bluring,
Their retina captures far too short images of focus.
They have hearts deeper than ocean's debth.
They are full of reasons,
so we ceaselessly ponder,
with unending muse.
We give to them our hearts in market places of multitudes of feelings,
they've no heart,thus know not feelings,
they damage and ravage our pure hearts,hearts full of love,
we give truth and feed on lies

They fall to mischieves, paying rapt attention with soft fertile heart.
To unambigous clinical non-fiction sound of voice they frown at with rocky hearts of stone.
Though they sing with melodious angelic voices they have no melody,
They are extractions of men's perfect beauty,
Beauty,beauty which they took from us,
And to such beauty we're ensnared.
From our pain they've much pleasure,
They have no heart so they feel not.

Right there in the shore of the forest,
where inspiration has known me by name,
there,right there,that very place,
where my footfall is familier to the ears of sitted grasses
To that place i resigned from my comfort zone
At dawn to pay attention to nature's call.

And right there that very place,
i saw one lying blind to the beauty earth
As being no longer of this life
Am sure,he was wrung of his own soul,
The breath in his nostril has ceased,

i saw people moving with murmuring lips forming circle round about his remain,
As they whisper in strange voices unknown to me
As he laid still motionless,
Right in that thick forest where i hover around bound with head full of reasons

Right there in that forest
they conterminate with the body of one wrung of his own soul.
In time and in season i move in alas  
pondering on the cold heartedness of men,
Still am without the knowledge of his crime
For he was young and unaged.

I'll give time and season hope
i'll build love a garden,i'll find my path and
rest my heart,even though the forlorn path i travel.

I'm my legend,my heart I've conquered,
I'm my hero, my mind I've subdued,

when all is done and gone,
still,i'll whisper your name to the evening wind,
i will echo your name from the top of the highest mountains,
i'll say all about about us from behind the hills,

i'll remind the seas and tell the oceans about my love for you..
When the end of life is nigh
i'll find you still and bid goodbye and rest my soul.
For all you're the reason i lie alone.