Virtue

Some are born with luck
While others fighting for
Having it on their side
It seems to be unjust
Since power comes
With those green bucks
Yet, remember my friend
Life is a sucking bitch
She gives and takes wealth
To test your strength
For a virtuous man
Never changes a cent of decency
For a million dollar hypocrisy

An Immigrant in Spirit

I was sitting at my computer
Trying to do a task
Feeling bored
A familiar question crossed my mind
" Am I going to spend my life like this?
All I want is happiness."
Then I looked out of the window
Saw the blue sky
Sun rays coming down
Between white and greyish clouds
A green field
With running dogs and jumping birds
I closed my eyes
To travel without moving
Dreamed that
I reached the shore
Across the pond
Took a step on the New World
Felt the wind welcoming me
Heard the Ocean say
"Good luck. You suffered enough.
Be and make happy."
Saw the road wore
The red colors of dawn
Mighty mountains opened their arms
To let me go through
I finished my journey
When I saw him waiting
For me to come home
Held his hand
And kissed him gently

I opened my eyes
Still in London
Sighed and realized
My heart belongs in
The land I have never been to

Freedom

Once there was a girl
Living in a prison
Its walls were her fears
Absolute darkness
With blocking lies
One day she saw a light
Brought by sweet angels
They said to the girl
"Your heart is strong
Your soul is pure
Your love is real
Open up yourself
The truth is in there
Out there everywhere
It sets you free"
She closed her eyes
Took a step outside
It hurt for a while
Then felt the sky
With a beautiful shining star
Gazed down with tears
Caused realized
She was no prisoner
Of her fears

Rocky Mountains

A mountain standing tall
Like an ancient watching giant
In a desert
With burning sand
Stretching under iron-red rocks
A wooden cabin
Worn-out and abandoned
Giving me some cool shade

I visited that piece of land
In my dream
Felt everything
A bit weird indeed
But the weirdest thing is
I wanna go back there
In flesh and blood
As my spirit still wanders
In its rocky mountains
To find the lost piece
Of my heart

Absentee

Have you ever wondered
Why"the one" is "the one"
Is it a wise combination
Or a cultural perception
Maybe a general assumption
C'mon, give me a definition!
Here's my description
Not only by heart
But also at heart
He's the only person
Filling you with longing
His absence
Leaves absolute forlornness
As a homeless
For home means
Where your heart is