The slightest light i see in the night when the sun goes to rest. The morning star that truimphs over my daily worries A mirror of positive reflection that says to me all is well even when am terribly troubled
Your the bridge to my hapiness even where is no river to cross Your the flight that flies all the pain away though you have got no wings Like two ants can't fail to pull a grasshopper. The wormth i feel in the middle of winter The thinnest prison hole set for my rescue and freedom The last bullet to set captives free and restore the dead to life An Angel of lightful moments A gallop of Oxygen to my injuries and an eraser of the past Last turn for a complete 360 in my life A needle that brings my broken pieces together The path to the road of success Chosen umbrella to shelter me I live like a mouse in gold Can not eat or sell it Only to construct a home to raise hopes