I can my image on the water                                                                                   Of that running creek together                                                                               With that pretty image of the pretty moon anytime ...                                        Drawing a picture on waters is not                                                                        Difficult and is not easy ,but                                                                                   You need to be a natural artist ...                                                                            I can some images of my childhood                                                                       On that deep well over there ...                                                                               I can draw a pretty image of my happiness and                                                  My sadness on the sea's surface ...                                                                     I love to draw all images of those                                                                      Who passed away a long,long time ago ...                                                        I can do a lot of things                                                                                         On the water's surface ...                                                                                     ____________________

And how can I tell you that I am falling for you,my heart beats hard when my eyes sees you,the long lasting effect it left on me,I don't know if you ever feel the same for me..
and how can I tell you,that your presence make my soul smile all day long,you have conquered my mind and it keeps playing a melody song,
and how can I tell you,the fear of losing you is making me die inside,and the joy of having you is making my eyes see the world go brighter with your light
....
And how can i tell you....only if you could feel the unsaid feelings,it would make my life complete...<3

I pulled at your edges
Soft, straight lines at first
Then thick, caterpillar fuzz spirals
Echoing into the vast expanse
Of your deep under ground
No map or metal
To shine within those dark caverns
But the deeper I traversed
I noticed a glow
Stumbling upon soul fire
Left out here in the wild
Explains your constant thirst for foreign soil under bare foot
Chasing oceans of sand
Just to drink the same vent-salted water
Our tongues entwined over powers with sweet
Feeding the high of a new sunset sky
This place inside, it is golden
True
It's holy and priceless
Completely you

Men so heartless ruled the earth for many years
And still today heartless and soulless men claim their hands are free of blood when it's on every inch of their body, and still they control us

Why do men so heartless hold the power with their pride?
Why do the weak have more heart than the strong and heartless?

*I have to be heartless to be strong
Or
Have the most heart and be weak