When mind is full of happiness
Everything seems nothing less
When no more anger lasts
Here life seems to starts
Alive
The Mind of a Child
The mind of a child is a thing of wonder, a thing quite powerful
And how it’s lost with the age and time, is a tale quite sorrowful
The sparkling eyes which looked at stars and saw a lion or a ship
Now live downcast, under the fear of sharpness of reality’s whip.
Thou Must Strive
The long lost souls now wander, bleak and tame,
Long stripped of any power, wisdom or fame,
The rich the poor, the king and pauper same,
For in the land of dead none have name.
