The Wailing Walk

As I look back down the lane,

I miss that innocent spark;

Days go by; I get more insane;

I myself am, still, in the dark.

“Help! Help!” I do scream aloud,

“Somebody, tell me who I am.”

From the cradle to the shroud,

I live on and become too sham.

This world lies under pretence;

Falsehood casts a spell on all;

Pelf spreads its fiery incense,

With its aim to make us fall.

Such a dead life I never need;

I just yearn for a little peace;

Although this life does make me bleed,

I carry on dreaming of bliss.

All those golden days are gone;

O Innocence, please, come back!

O that stellar sky, that sun,

I miss you all, since life I lack!

I can’t resist; I tread on that lane

That fills my eyes up with haze;

Still, I walk down that path again

To glance at those golden days.

Flying Free

Like the birds, if I, too, could fly,

I could, still, live though I did die;

The flight could reshape such cry

To bliss,

To peace,

To love,

Sweet gentle love

As if from Above;

Let me fly, O, fly!

Up high

I can fly

So free;

Destiny,

I’ll heed

No greed,

No paws,

No claws.