Had the dreams of the future ,
as I stepped into the train,
Life wasn't picture back then,
but outlining of a frame ,
On the walls of freedom.
I could finally feel the rain,
See mommy I came too far,
Simply Walking down the lane,

Leaving home , tying knots I was sitting on the raft ,
Waving hand ,blink of eye I was away from the past,
Life was stretched like the ocean darker and vast,
I was floating on the stream knowing,
Good byes never last.

As my raft lost the stand ,
I saled it up with my hands ,
bonded in , packed the past ,
Left the life to the raft,
And Let it to float , down the stream ,
In cold breeze ,through the wind,

So Here I am in the rain,
Still laughing , and build the frame,
with a picture of the raft,
That keeps floating till it lasts.

With all these laughing barrels,
and groans,the wind passes by.
As the suns too tiered ,
to rush off from the ****** sky,
And the darkness falls off ,
laughing at this chaos in the light,
Fire brightens up the results on the ground,
The quest for being human is not erased nor drowned ,
As dead land under starts moaning a cruel sound,
There is not a bit of life , but fear and enough wound,
The man lying hear are not brought but bound,
To there rusted guns and those shells of bullets,
Only life found is on those smoken cigarettes,
Which once lighten by a living soul,
and dissolved in his breath,
Or on the packet where he packed the last three left,
Like he was willing the sun to shine different sides,
Or it may be packed for some other life,
As if he knew there's no escape
from this hell, this homocide,
For the sake of boundaries ,
and couple of human rights,
Cause the hands of leaders are quite short to climb otherside,
Which ended very well with the picture in his right,
Drowned in blood
pretty hard to recognize

I forgave her for eating my chocolate
even though she ate a hole block of it
I Forgave him for forgetting my birthday,
even though hes the reason i was born on that day
I Forgave the puppy
For wanting to use so much of my time for play
I forgave the thief
for taking what wasn't theirs to take
and of all this forgiveness
and all that resent
I find that if I try to forgive myself,
no relief presents itself

anxiety burrows down
and settles itself in your soul,
like a bucket riddled with holes
hope pores strait through my soul
so when i say that you give me forgiveness
when I say your helping me right my wrongs

Don't accept it as a responsibility
take it like a badge of pride
so many wrongs done by my side
that my pride has gathered its things
its no longer with me for the ride


Don't take my forgiveness so willingly,
know that I charge it to you with hope i cannot afford to give
in the hopes that one day
ill be able to forgive