Walking talking rocking the way,
life is a wheelbarrow,
never to know, what to come,
life is struck arrow.

Right through my heart, went the spear,
leaving no sign on rear,
screaming so loud in the fear,
Is there anyone that can hear?

Good better towards the best,
History remains, when time rests.
Choose the chose that fate had chosen,
Bringing the heat, eleminating the frozen,


Her fetching eyes and admirable admiration,
Bewitching face and angelic representation,
Beauteous glimpse and foxy nature,
Captivating image beyond imagination.

I am alive, but my heart ain't beating,
running hard, but I ain't sweating,
I am lost, but mind ain't thinking,
I am awake, but eyes ain't flinching,

oh doc am I alive?
tell the truth, will I survive,
reluctant to answer, purplexed doc,
said the death will arrive.

Without you, I am so harden,
I am stuck I wish to pardon,
I was the land, you rosey flower,
being barren from springy garden.

walking talking rocking the way,
life is wheelbarrow,
oh heart, don't worry so hard,
life is struck arrow.