The sun would shine into my eyes,
And cause a reflection upon the land,
And the rythme of my heart became the fate of all men.

My feet were planted on the mountains of Garsherbrum.
My arm as wide as the Amazon,
I wore a linen called purple,
Surely I became a God to my people.

Love is only beautiful, when you fall into the right pit. Pit of unending sacrifice.

She vanished in the fog,
Without a final hug,
I saw the tears that drowned her smile and swallowed her might till it was all gone.
The woman within her,
How could she die?
The power she had,
The power of her mind.
The esteem she built,
The pride she had.
She lost to his lies.
She fell for his charms,
She fell so hard.
How did she lost her self so easily,.to the things that go with the season.
............@lanech.

Numbers within,
That decide your living,
I never stop moving,
Till my life is weakened
What am I ??

I feel down in the dumps,
In a blue funk.
With words scattered across my heart.
Each piercing through the *****.

She is an angel of light.
The beauty of our hope.
She is an agent of peace.
But within lives a demon of depression.

I want to leave a legacy for my young ones,
A legacy that won't be wiped off.
I want to be an example,
That will stir up the hearts of the simple.
I want to crossed the line that winners crossed,
I want to cross it clean and pure.
So while others embrace the dark,
My young ones will shine in the light.


I want to leave a legacy for my young ones,
A legacy that can't be wiped off.
That till a thousand generation,
My work will remain in motion.
That the future of my young ones
Will be encouraged by my little works.
That even when I lie my last
I will be honoured for my past.

He cut my flower,
He made my rose to wither,
He removed my pride,
He took my virginity.