I MAKE THIS RHYME
IN THE STAGE OF MY PRIME
TO TELL IN A DUE TIME
AS A PAY TO MY CRIME

WHERE IS THE SUN THAT SHINE
IF I ALWAYS WALK IN A BROKEN LINE
MY DREAMS MAKE ME FEEL FINE
BUT HOW CAN I CALL IT MINE

ALL THE VOWS THAT I BREAK
SADNESS IS WHAT I TAKE
MY LIFE BEGIN TO SHAKE
BECAUSE MY INNOCENCE IS FAKE

PAIN IS THE BEST LECTURE
A HIGHLIGHT OF A LAST PICTURE
WHERE DO I FIND THE BETTER CURE
TO MAKE MY HEART BEAT PURE

LOVE WILL WASH AWAY MY HATE
BEFORE I ENTER THIS GATE
I WISH THAT TIME IS NOT LATE
TO CHANGE THIS LONELY FATE