That am still alive
Am healthy and strong
Loved and blessed
Working and progressing
Am peaceful and kind
Single to be married
New and fresh in christ
Happy and dependable
Lucky and prosperous
Am glad indeed
That I shall see a brighter tomorrow

When I move about
I hear the Gospel Og your name
Strange faces of disappointment
For those who didn't qualify

You sound more than a hit
Me as your subscriber
My strength lays in revising your lips
And sing to your love
The stanzas of hope

My world is covered by grief
Many surround me for love
Though in them
Streams of poison flows
They walk by my side
And stab my absence with words.

They smile over paper and bottles
Watching for my collapse
Shining in my memories
A blend of illness to my soul
They stand tall and forgetful
Cut the tree that feeds them
When I fall they shall follow me
When I rise the flow is theirs

Time taken to tell facts
Lost in despair
Your disbelief over words
Makes you a fan of deceit

If you don't listen to wisdom you drown in you story

The cover page of truth
Buried in the book of mischief
You only unleash your safety
As you bury the whole within

It went through straight, it answered
Excited and grieved
Smiling over her speech
Blinded by the voice wrapped in echoes
Thought less and imagined more
I was happy she picked
Her latter decline left my face sad
Her voice promised more
Not present, absent with reason
I begged her to stay
She requested me to leave a message
Didn't see the reason why she stopped talking
Cocopine for grapes
My laughter was seen off with chao
My speech trimmed

inside I sat and sailed
Sat and swarm across
Yes I made it to the far end
Through the deep waves
My hands waved in and out
Front and back
But I needed the wood
To float I sailed to swim
Shallow to deep for shallow
I wasn't a star, it was a star
Water drew out with a bucket spat
Over the waves I sat
Moisture in wind over my eyes
No engine no floaters
My hands within my sight

weird standing raw in my mouth
Adding up sugar, a taste unknown
Fresh From the garden
The hungry teeth bite
A better through to the pan laters
Down to soup now tasty
Thanks to the heat; we'll made soft
Sweetness bettered after salt
Why not plant salt in tomato seeds