on the way to fight for others, you might find yourself,

in a sidewalk lurking for the life that I chose but didn’t want it,

maybe my life belongs back home, 

or maybe my home follows me as the star in the sky 

that I and my lover painted. 

strong word and fierce mind, 

I am built with the fear surrounding my mind, 

hiding under the facade of perfection. 

I am not what you call a child, 

I am not just a child, 

I am the child to save the world from burning from lack of humanity and 

walls of cruelty.

I am what you call a warrior, 

maybe a fighter 

for the way I fight for my sorrows

that eats me inside like 

I am who the world hates, 

someday I open my lips and let my voice escape 

the little fear of being unliked 

somedays I don’t find the escape. 

the sparks of a candle burned 

will never shine as bright as you.

it all starts with you some days, 

some days it ends with you too

the picture follows me like a shadow 

but never-ending shadows 

there is a new me after 

every shooting stars 

sometimes shooting stars just burns 

sometimes the night doesn’t start 

it’s just the way the sun sets 

towards the war and conflict 

sometimes in the chaos of shattered dreams

the only thing you can do is 

wake up when the sun rises 

and run with the sun.