Am the purest form of self
But love by hate wish
An inner silence I dwell
That creates it own enemy

Like an oasis in the desert
When taste brings togetherness
That puzzles the soul of the heart
And to be awake is to rest

Where I lie is here
But where can I be?
Cause my pride is mine
For your conscience is your

As a living spring in the winter
When fountain never goes dry
That meanders between terrains
Of lonely cliff mountain

Am like a thin line
Between love and hate
That cry’s for help
But no one listens

As I pass through the eye
Of a needle hole
When my shadow move
That’s when I stop walking

They are obsess cause
I won’t be understood
And they hate me
Because I can’t be conquer

Forgotten when I was misplace
When I am here
Seek, when I am lost
Then justice is said of me

Soul Passion