Make it turn back If it is falling apart Make it hold tight If it just slipped from you Make yourself worthy of it Only your soul can be imprinted to it.
From the origin of human race, In the reckoning of all the sins you will be facing God’s face. Believe that it belonged to you As It was always yours Just lost somewhere around Somewhere in the crowd But You already knew you are its real owner You owned it . If time comes, you can be its slave. Like you are born to be rooted to it. Like You take every single breathe only for it Make it your zenith. Certainly, there will be dawn of the truth. And it will be yours.
Just imagine How you ever wished for it? Did you ever? If yes then it’s meant to be yours forever. You are destined to be with it till the eternity. Create and write it in your destiny. Stop being a waver for the fidelity.
If you lost the faith ,then you are perished. It is the audacity of dashing hopes That makes us rise above all After all it’s the life that need to be cherished.
Sing it along as your last song. The last song of hope, believe and love.
The legato of language and lingo, The dance of diction and dialect — Have you ever considered the difference A little letter or two can effect? Texture of tense, Savor of sense, The nuance in a sentence — What’s really
Meet Zask and Zisk, See them venture forth — They know little About the destination, Only that it’s an energy station On a big blue world Known to locals as Earth. “Look at that!” Exclaims Zask, “We are in luck
The very essence of love is uncertain, A relentless thumping of the heart. I must speak to you by such means as they are within my reach. He pierces my soul driving me into madness. I am half agony, half
The moon awaits eagerly in the same pedestal it ignited my passion. What lips, my lips have kissed, are long forgotten. The memories easily quickened as a few puddles along the way I voluntarily stepped in. What arms have lain