I wish I could be the port for your ship
But My Island is no more than a desert
Where camels use to weep in deep
But yet my life is not that cheap
Life is just a word made from four
Each alphabet means a lot of more
Love and hate, are obviously the same
A land where the knife takes the name.
Those who think not to fall, are already fallen
With hearts much full of pride and vanities.
They will never know how the bitter sweet is
And they will never know that taste of fallen.