RadiantSilhouette

Money. Some people are so poor, all that they've got is money.  It truly is sad: On their golden thrones of temporary wealth, some people waste their whole life counting their thousands... Even though all that unnecessary paper will eventually turn to dust, they yet and still do anything and everything to attain it, every time hoping inside that it won't pass in a fleeting second. But it doesn't matter how much their riches amount to. How much is it really worth? What good are castles and chariots and a kingdom full of people who adore you, when you don't have a single friend or lover that's not on the payroll? There are some things you ca

And your glance nails in my eyes like a sword... A rose cries for love And a white butterfly Is a handkerchief for her That afternoon of April I said come with me And you didn't want to come And your glance nails in my eyes like a sword... And my train of joy goes away And I don't have more dream than your glance And your glance nails in my eyes like a sword... Cricket of my torments, chopped down rose When I dream your eyes in the darkness I can't separate from your glance And your glance nails in my eyes like a sword... Nails in my eyes like a sword Nails in my eyes like a sword

So I went to the "other side" And there was greener grass Crystal clear fountains of pure water Livid sunlight that graced the reflection of my face against the diamonds therein; I was the queen in a palace of dreams It seems I'd switched extremes After the aura gleams and I seemed flawless Absolutely radiant and wealthy and free People envied me, and wanted to know what built me up and made me to be They attempted to befriend me and I allowed them company But one day the grass on that side died The shiny fountains that flowed now dried The sunlight sent me a sky that cried The people that "loved" me put me aside As they rushed to return to

Were we asleep? Could the tree not grow, until the roots grew deep? Think We strategized against the enemy, internally Warring with both fists clenched to no avail We did not know the enemy by name The constant force pulling against our happiness and peace Sad to admit we spent days with our eyes shut Blissfully, accepting our role as the inferior Handling our crowns loosely, as they were hidden from us Searching for a hope in the vast unknown Begging for an answer, clinging to the first light we processed In our small voids, denied access to the full truth Accepting fruit from bad strangers in strange lands And when we awoke we Excelled e