Yes what happened yesterday,
what happened?
There where rattling
of bullets
even bullets
from pleasant enemies.
What happened yesterday,
what happened?
There where clashes of amulets,
even amulets without
hands,
dancing to the strokes of a sword play,
even the sword play
of
our enemies on our soldiers.
What happened yesterday,
what happened?

Get thee up.stand up young, stand old, stop being a caward.
Yeah your morale are hidden uncover them you can't and won't lose fight on.
Even when you lose your matchete you have your hands fight, fight even with your enemy who is fear. Overtake and subdue him.
Your potentials can be turned into reality match on. Take hold of
courage
and you will win the battle.

This life
is
like
a drama scene,
scene
by
scene.
Different plays
and
characters
in the scene.
Some enjoying,
some striving,
some suffering.
Everyone has a role to play in this dramatic world.
For there is no escape route for the babies for they have to take part
in the scene.
Everyone has
his/her lifestory with
a
begining
and
an end.
No one is saved from
the scene,
except
he be dead.

Love is like a wounded and wet
bird.
Seen by
a hungry
and
gameless
hunter.
Kept beside the fire lighted
for warmth.
Brought up
and
nurtured gradually
and left with a vertinary doctor
to heal
and
keep.

Send signals in the air in the middle
Of the night; this is a message;
Someone save me, please!

I'm sorry, you feel, I dont care about your feelings,
But; how about the way you make me feel?

You make me feel so little and small.
You make me feel invisible.
When it comes to my mental health,
When it comes to my feelings.
Instead of asking how I feel,
You TELL me how I feel.

Don't tell me how I feel.
Don't tell me what I feel.
Don't tell me what I think.
Don't tell me What I see.

You are not in my head,
You do NOT know what runs through my mind,
What races I push to win,
What marathons I struggle to win;
Every day of my life.

Don't tell me when I listen, and when I don't.
Don't tell me when I love, and don't love.
Don't tell me when I try, and when I've given up.

I'm tired of people always telling me how I am and how to do it.
The last person I ever expected it from was you,
"THE ONE" "THE ONLY" "MY FOREVER"
But you do it to me the most,
You are the worst,

Don't tell me when I am in pain, or when "it's in my head"
Don't tell me when I am looking for attention,
Don't tell me when I'm not depressed,
Don't tell me when I'm happy or just "manic."

STOP TELLING ME WHAT IS GOING ON IN
MY HEAD!
MY HEART!
MY BODY!
and
MY SOUL!

You always inform me how you wish we had communication,
That doesn't consist of you telling me how I am feeling,
What I am feeling,
Or why I am feeling.
DON'T
TELL
ME
How I feel.

S.O.S.
we're in distress
require immediate assistance.

Come quick as you can
tell your captain, Old Man
and pardon my insistence.

We're sinking fast
our ship won't last
despite our best resistance.

But as long as she floats
get ready your boats
to salvage our existence.

C.Q.D.
please talk to me
as it is, we aren't left much persistence.