Harsh times
            
            My winds had been token 
By the ghost of souls 
He makes me lonely 
No way to sort 
I've always been dry 
Till my softness explored inside 
I've always seem stronger 
Till my my weakness had wrote the  hymn of its painful wound
Is it worthy to be honest ?
Is it bad to restart a life ?
I'm asking for who can make me higher 
I'm asking for who may treat me as a flier 
While I'm still grumping so tight , missing the clouds and wishing for  Grace 
I'm only a dream fighter who may never reach its aim 
Just setting on fire all what may be close 
My loneliness had took my spirit while my youth had just born , and my heart had never been hired all what he can see is dark ..
I'm so yield , the ground had turned black and all I can see is  humbled plode that took the breath and ask for the decline
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