Little is said between us,
actually nothing is said between us.
But, I know you're there watching over every step I make, every turn I take.
I know you're there waiting to catch me when I fall,
to rub away my tears,
to embrace me when I'm scorned,
to guide me when I'm lost,
and to light my way through the darkest times.
I know you're there to love me.
But, why are you so kind to me?
All I have done is to throw it all back to you.
I have tossed and turned,
fought and screamed,
run and hidden just to shun away from you.
I have given anything to send you away,
yet at all times you've stood by me to cover me when I'm cold,
put a roof over my head when it rains,
filled my belly when I'm hungry,
and to put all my worst fears away.
Who am I for you to love me so?
You never rest till I rest,
you never dance till I'm happy,
you never give up till I have had it all,
and you never leave me even when I push you away.
Who am I to deserve you?
This is from me to you.
I am scared Yeit,
the clouds are leaving...
again
My people are crying,
I can hear their mourning in the wind,
I see their tears leave marks on the cracked soils,
My heart is heavy,
my heart worn out
by the pain of those I love the most.
I need you, Yeit,
please do not let us go,
Go where we will never return,
this land is our sanctuary,
do not let us lose it.
Take me,
they never hurt you,
I did.
I am weak, Yeit,
we are wasting,
Do not turn a deaf ear,
do not do nothing,
Let it come,
at least for one last time,
Then I will know my death is paid.
Life is something man can not describe.
It is a word forbidden from our lips until we reach last day when we ask ourselves whether we have lived a life,
fulfilled our rightful purpose as a part of the human race.
We go through life wondering and leave it wondering.
Too bad not one stays to answer any of our purposes for us.
A life once lost is a life gone.
It can not be bought back.
We are born dead.
Therefore, it is a personal battle to live that ultimate life or else...
you will waste away with out having lived.
GOD gives the breath of life and the rest is up to us...keep breathing.
Some take the breath and feast on it.
Everyday of their lives is a tale to tell.
They bring the breath in to light.
They have the actualization in life.
Some count on others to keep them alive, sucking life from them.
Tape worms of the human kind.
All they ever achieve is discovering the discovered.
But, there is a bright side to no work done, for nothing comes in a full circle.
Some where along the road, they die, just like that.
Some hate the breath and work harder to destroy it.
They tarnish the works of GOD.
They dim the brightness.
But then, there are those who have the breath but do not breath.
They are the static forms of the human kind.
They live between the addition-deduction theorem of life.
They are those who are neither yes-nor-no.
Life is something man can not describe.
Whichever path one takes, it is still called LIFE,
Isn't it?
Little is said between us,
