My Faded lines My added lines Ways to decide ' My flows with a ink As my hand could only move forward in length but Could not go back backward height Direction to illustrate my path with a stick
Pencil and Pen
Actually actions is so little as my first name written with ink and stick of my followers Saying, am a Pencil and our lives Is a symbol of pen I can only destroy my pathway but cannot change my way's of life
Pencil and Pen
You hast put my love ones into epic sleep by the Difficult passenage Like a blade line's through my skin, even when I choose to Fill my pathway with ink's I still ran out of source' Looking for a source to refresh my ways I think, Am gone And another pen could be' my kid ' as he Count my lines through freedom and unbearable pain