( CYCLE : STIGMA OF OUR SOULS )
You vere my bird
And my butterfly
You vere sunbeam
My star
You were nice dream
Nightmare sometime
You were to short
In fact
To often you had
To be silent
To late I know now
Why it
In country of fooling
Deceiving, it’s hard
To want to be man
Libertine
You wanted our world
Was different better
But didn’t you have
This strenght
They were afraid
Such like you
They took away
Your child
When you were dying
Our daddy, my bird
God has come, freed
Your heart
Lit up a smile
Your soul, your face
Lightning was striking
In sky
( March 13, 2025 )
