Aren’t there no tears, Glow from the pain.
Rainbow’s no fly, what tears in the rains.
What field be may, too big for the crop
What weigh the love, so small my grain.
And, now let be, fall not you cry,
Can’t you there be, rest will subside,
Rot now my soul, regret I must not,
For this defines, my beautiful Life.
Part lives her smell, in sound when she sleeps.
Shy where we are, not where we be.
Out-shine the fall, for pace now you feel.
Slow as the wind, fast as the tree.
Rare are so words, Know what we said.
So beautiful died, so beautiful dead.
Sound art my wave, be what you found.
Some you forgive, Some will forget.
Gave Signs but not, what good we be.
For you what we are, what we will be.
Known much forgot, perhaps much too,
Somewhere I now know, perhaps you will too.
So little my life, so little I gave,
So much I blind, Lost, Broke, Forbade.
How must I tell, So much not enough,
Whatever we be, is whatever you become.
For she still stands, quite as the sky,
Peace pick me up, O’ what disguise.
Raft in the wind, No waterfalls,
Waves crash the shore, waves crushed us all.
So sing my bird, for you are life,
What we take with, what we leave behind.
August Roman sky, that falcon glares,
What else can be pride from ashes to flame.
What share you ground, warm smell of bread,
For little we give how much we get.
There stand the boy, look through that glass,
What world he sees, so magic, so despair.
Come now my son, let’s all go home,
Not much to see we killed everything.
So filled with pride, for now we won,
But who shares the glory, now no one left.
Each tree will fall, each soldier crawls,
Each bullet fired, each target crossed.
So now what be, put gun to your head,
Wherever we stand, pull trigger fall dead.
What anger can do, but helpless you feel,
What loved by you, nothing but me.
So now I stand, as I did before,
Where do I point, I selfish whore.
Break everything please, let be nothing spared,
Let them not know, what we did today.
Save us the shame, strike off our names,
I rather disappear, than be hated every day.
My fault may be, intentions though true,
Seldom I believe, at what I can stare.
Forgive my impudence, for I’m far too young,
I beg u understand, for I’m you’re only Son.
Aren’t there no tears, Glow from the pain.
Rainbow’s no fly, what tears in the rains.
What field be may, too big for the crop
What weigh the love, so small my grain.
And, now let be, fall not you cry,
Can’t you there be, rest will subside,
Rot now my soul, regret I must not,
For this Defines, my beautiful Life.
- Aj
Mumbai - 17th march 2010 - 23:39
Rainbow’s no fly, what tears in the rains.
What field be may, too big for the crop
What weigh the love, so small my grain.
And, now let be, fall not you cry,
Can’t you there be, rest will subside,
Rot now my soul, regret I must not,
For this defines, my beautiful Life.
Part lives her smell, in sound when she sleeps.
Shy where we are, not where we be.
Out-shine the fall, for pace now you feel.
Slow as the wind, fast as the tree.
Rare are so words, Know what we said.
So beautiful died, so beautiful dead.
Sound art my wave, be what you found.
Some you forgive, Some will forget.
Gave Signs but not, what good we be.
For you what we are, what we will be.
Known much forgot, perhaps much too,
Somewhere I now know, perhaps you will too.
So little my life, so little I gave,
So much I blind, Lost, Broke, Forbade.
How must I tell, So much not enough,
Whatever we be, is whatever you become.
For she still stands, quite as the sky,
Peace pick me up, O’ what disguise.
Raft in the wind, No waterfalls,
Waves crash the shore, waves crushed us all.
So sing my bird, for you are life,
What we take with, what we leave behind.
August Roman sky, that falcon glares,
What else can be pride from ashes to flame.
What share you ground, warm smell of bread,
For little we give how much we get.
There stand the boy, look through that glass,
What world he sees, so magic, so despair.
Come now my son, let’s all go home,
Not much to see we killed everything.
So filled with pride, for now we won,
But who shares the glory, now no one left.
Each tree will fall, each soldier crawls,
Each bullet fired, each target crossed.
So now what be, put gun to your head,
Wherever we stand, pull trigger fall dead.
What anger can do, but helpless you feel,
What loved by you, nothing but me.
So now I stand, as I did before,
Where do I point, I selfish whore.
Break everything please, let be nothing spared,
Let them not know, what we did today.
Save us the shame, strike off our names,
I rather disappear, than be hated every day.
My fault may be, intentions though true,
Seldom I believe, at what I can stare.
Forgive my impudence, for I’m far too young,
I beg u understand, for I’m you’re only Son.
Aren’t there no tears, Glow from the pain.
Rainbow’s no fly, what tears in the rains.
What field be may, too big for the crop
What weigh the love, so small my grain.
And, now let be, fall not you cry,
Can’t you there be, rest will subside,
Rot now my soul, regret I must not,
For this Defines, my beautiful Life.
- Aj
Mumbai - 17th march 2010 - 23:39
