Have you ever seen a bird of prey
Flying high above the sky so blue
Even this heat that enduring the day
Waiting to meet the bird of prey

Up above little they known
With no problem nor struggle as they flown
Dancing like naked indians as i lay
As i wait for the bird of prey

Minutes gone by and he land beside me
Helping me with my suffering
Thinking it as a God wanting to feed me
Save me bird of prey save me

The bird move closer
As my vision gone blunder
Pain shook my skin and water surrounds my body
Oh thank you for being death bird of prey

I ran through woods of shadows
Tripped upon rocks and roots
Stumbling, falling and back to my feet
Through north, south and east
To the quiet caves of lost souls

I heard voices, footsteps behind me
Around I turned, to thin air they vanished
I turned to the west tunnel in full speed ahead
But just before I got to the light at the tunnel's end
A mighty fist struck me down the rocky ground

I crawled in pains, the rocks I grabbed
Yet in its claws of pains I'm trapped
Ruthlessly it plugged out my eye *****
And crunched it like cheese *****
I felt it's claws on my neck as I screened for help
To the point you kissed my lips
And saved me from my nightmare

I admire you where sunny climes made my final leg more than before our place to wager with isosceles unwritten to really improve our vacation that never forbidden in pleasure and so much tantamount risen upon sands where you may philander though concentric in flight without any interruption to fornicate bliss but in our retirement went thoughtless in our fortunes to become these timeless tracks in ventures with uncontrollable polarity that dance in utmost knowledge evermore.

Tell me a tale
Those that you bear from distances
Those that you covered with your feet
Those that you ran with against the wind
Those that you swam with ripples in oceans and seas
Those that you got out from that nomadic women's eyes, deep
Those you wept with in your dark nights
Those that stitched your heart back, glueing it back to its place
Those that take you back to the greener pastures and yellow meadows
Those which are rusty, covered in the dirt of that high trek you took
Those that I might have heard, recite them to me again
Tell me a tale
Help me put together my pieces, pull me out of my salvage.

I catch a glimpse of my / utopia in your scintillating eyes / I sense peace in your touch / and hear salvage in the beating of your heart under my ear / perhaps I am too idealistic about the perhaps of us although / I have nothing but sour memories and / skeletons in my overflowing bedroom closet / I cling to the possibility there is / some decent people out there / I have brought proper weapons to this war / my heart has back up this time / I refuse to be hurt anymore