I love the way peace between soul's
Accomplish my dreams
And the way people love
Beside men or women,
Rich or poor,
Without racism,
That's my wish.


My dream,
A better place to wander,
For a maiden
With no scare of being molested or harrassment
Without being judged
Without Being toring clothes
But with much love and freedom

I wish the world would
End wars,
And permeate tranquility.

I wish the Syrian Shaheed people's loved one's
Acquired justice in a way they want it to be.

I wish my country no longer
Cares cast but humanity.

I wish a world without being judged
Or the world wouldn't have witnessed self assassination.

I wish the world wouldn't be cruel
As it would have made people battling to sew
See a ray of hope.

I wish the world would care about the interest
Not about the some random marks on a random subject,
Not about what aunties says,
Not about what success person say,
Not about what pays the most.
I wish the world would finally get
That
It's the passion that matters the most,
I wish the world would finally get
That
It's the passion that matters the most.
Not every one wants to be a doctor or an engineer,
Let the soul be what it wants to be.

Let's just not burry someone into
Something hatred.

Let's just permeate love
Amidst the vibe of lovelessness

Let's just scream that we are beautiful just
The way we are.
Let's just shout standing on the rooftop,
We are beautiful being us.
Let's just prove,
It's the heart matters most
Than the fancy clothes worn.

It's the vision matters most
Than the fancy stories in Instagram

Let us be weird
Crazy,
Mad,
And be
A physco

Because we love
Just the way we are.

Just the way we are

Every way, each day
I am present to see it.
His miracle of being
I the recipient his gift
Awestruck, humbled, blessed
This I understand completely
Though I know not how, or why
I.  This man I still learn to know
As myself, of my self,
Admit having witness his growing
In great measure do I envy him
See his approach at living, being
embodying the kindest soul,
Naturally thoughtful and caring
How he is, has become
A lesson that I do learn from
My little legacy, so far beyond
better than from which he comes
I worry for him as fathers must
But not of him, of life's unexpected
always haunting every person
just out of foretelling, behind any horizon
For this treasure of my life I know
No doubt, to be a person of light
Wits, genuine smiles, listening and learning
His my Son, He is my Hero
I am out done, and yet,
ever the more thankful.
Blessed by You Zieven Lee.
Thank You.  More than you'll ever know.