I solum swear to sleep with you in my heart.
Like death I felt my dying rhyme
skip that hollow vain, now I speak with no breath;
“With nothing but emptiness, hope and hollowness
I walk down my lane and swim throughout your vein.
They laughed to my depart, but now, with music to my ears,
I show you the endless touch of love and pain.”
I promise to find you by my time.
With hope I believe to find my stars
hidden under that dying prime.
With all the lights we can’t see
you reached out for my hand.
To receive infinite words
and speak of my conquered land.
You are my endless hope.
As sweet my memories ought to be,
I flow with you as I release my rope.
See my broken smile, feel my envy
and I shall be that crying sorrow.
How come, how so and where is that
unloved touch as you have been hollow?
Listen as you burn from inside.
How that woman of power
listens to her clicking hour.
As she grows to empower
she arose with her flower.
In the night she rose for her mother
and blooms with the light.
Afar in the morning,
between darkness and height,
she conquered the distance
with grace in eyesight.
Now she enlightens her path
to be guided by fond memories of plight.
That was, and is, the story of my pride….