Everyone’s got pain in their body

Afraid of it will turning in out black and grey

Afraid of you will loosing it

Rushing you to the punishment

Time against in lines

Track of mind will fall in out like rain

An umbrella of yours will help you out with the race

There’s no synonyms life for the people

Genuine of your journey can lift you up to the eternity

Dislikness of the people for yours

Can’t be erased from their mind without a scratch

Lies lay on your mind

Will speak up through your mouth to the reality

Definition of the world

On your shoulders

Memories of murder on your eyes

Blood on your plam, will run the wild

The Forest of your happiness will grow old

Sunshine will be beautiful

Sweeter after difficulty

Mark on your life