Dews drop on leaves
We know them as leaves
Bees **** nectar
And flowers are still flowers
After losing its one leg
The bird is known as a bird
But when evil catches us
We are fettered and dance
To its amazing and honey
Tunes, rhyming with milieu
And our identity is gone
We adopt a new name
A name to be applauded
Somewhere for its intensity
Be, my dearest, what you were
For evil is only rainbow, appealing
For its own bubble existence
That we know is not us
Be, my dearest,  what you were
Still you will be the same

For them as you were earlier
And here your peace grows

Be, my dearest, what you were
For restoration is being with God