In fear of sorrow, I have lost many things.
which gonna impact my tomorrow.

My present seems numb,
still, rotten, turned to ashes from a sweet plum.

It needs a spark to keep going, I am not stating anything.
This is its tendency which keep me showing.

But this isn't the end , fought always and will fight and defend.
Like a solider or a rebel with all my Strength.

I have protested before and will till the last dawn.
I am a anarchist, I will show my life the way which has never been shown.