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There are three things I posses of this world. The sun, it represents the soul. The soul is life, and so is the sun. The moon, it represents the mind. You have to use your head when in trouble, just like the moon guiding you through the dark. Last but not least, a star, a single star representing the heart. Yes, there are a lot of things that make up the sky, just as there are a lot of thing that makes you, you. Isn't that right? The most important ones of all are the three I just mentioned. Of course there will be others who will doubt this, others who will always find a wrong in this. I stand with what I believe in, and I do not judge them

       Such an enormous sea we're in        Descending from the first sin      Sailing in different colour ships     We're the fruits from a woman's hips        Is there another with same beat?         In finding swain with same heat,         Does the ship and cover matter?     Will jet or clouds satisfy the latter?        Will one find the precious stone

A pretty flower in a garden With rosy and soft petals The envy of each one maiden If they saw, Behind the bars of metal She is neither noisy nor silent A head or two she'll make turn On her own ignoring the current She feels out, Yet determined to follow the sun They protest they say she's mad Rubbish on her without a chance To grow and get a lad They block her, Rays don't reach, not even a glance The pretty flower now withers Pale and such a worn-out sight As the mighty walk in glitters Never seeing her, As nothing more than mere blight

A range of colours and size Narrating a story worth to hear Tales of misery as a price A tale of craving someone dear Mirrors of warmth and faith A path of reality lost in fantasy Mirrors of pain and death As others sparkle with euphrasy What is we truly seek? In scenic orbs that are rare Rays of hope, we hope they peek? Signs of light in fright or terror What is hard to express in tongue Most understand without a word A connection that makes one young While starring into windows of the soul