It was yet just an another day,
one little star shining through the clouds of the skies.
Who am i ? oh how can i help thee pain go, thou shall not make me cry. i have got no plans ahead to make my own path go silence as the dead. Whom could answer my question, thou father or mother ? nor illusion is up in our mind to hide. There is no one better than you to request the answer, by asking it, to itself. third-persons in every view of life, sacrifice your own strong soul of your eyes, to the unknown behind the skies. Every unknown man has more knowledge about thou then itself.