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.