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AXE IN THE MIDDLE



This world I live in, and this place that made me grow,
Showed rainbows soaring heights I cannot see.
The walls that held my roof of the infinite stars,
kept standing strong, promising eternities for me.



Just have been a weak soldier, barely holding my soul on these wrists.
I’ve guided the foot of the rainbow, for its height makes me crave.
The eyes are pouring blood, no more this body can hold,
Heavier is getting the weight of my soul, still weaker the arm stays.



This world I live in is too beautiful to embody a weak trash,
That I find it better to jump down a trash bin.
The walls have been showing strength all along to stand, 
These trembling feet shall make me a victim of my own sins.



If someday those stars start to fade and lights happen to axe in the middle,
I know my eyes won’t see anymore, but swear that I won’t cry a little.
Crawling down the dark lane in search of the lost rainbow,
I happen to wonder that it has lost my sight to the bruises on my skin.



How I’ll ever recollect the smile I have even though the beautiful stars disappeared.
The agony of the fading beauty is so small in front of the calm I feel.
Calm that I cannot see the bruises and those feet trembling.
I’ll assume the dark lane has pits where I fell, And I never jumped down a trash bin.



"I had the lights when I was a soldier, no matter how weak I seemed to be.
Then I questioned my strength, and the stars never came by to peddle.
In another world I‘ll realize, that it was my head making me feel I wasn’t worth it.
I wish I had a head that believed in me, and didn’t play a game of fiddle.
I would have kept seeing those stars shining above my head,
And not here about to land with all the trash, having my life to axe in the middle."


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