Tears of hanging flowers
In very well weaved bowers
Went down the abyss in holy rivers
Hopes flew away in daily shivers
On such sad cold tragic field
And commanding him to yield
Tears of horns was barley heard
While broken heart creaked and whirred
The pressure builds, from deep inside
Then Swallowed some sorrows which tied
To the heart that once was full of pride
In circumstance of the time he died
Tears reached down his tight pants
Above destiny's running slants
Pain and life has a bitter affection
Then life events keeps their connection
Sensations and emotions went wild
And yet he wept!, adios child!

Authors / Aladdin Aures H. + Marie Tay