Once again,
         You can be
used for the next few days



no a machine
rather a drug

Who are You !
Of course,  not a butterfly!
Don't cry ...!
You're the Sky
To which people hope to Fly !

How can we turn Our darkest moments into brightness !
How can we make  our saddest feelings vanish and become happiness !
How can we survive and create our victory!
From her weakness she creates happiness
From her  stringless she become stronger
From her failure she invents hope
She is the survival of her great war with many fiascos

A mixture between sadness and happiness occurs
Causing a  broking effect  right in the heart  
From that terrified past comes that feeling of being nothing but grief
Creating a shadow of darkness that lasts forever
memorised a sad tune in the head