Eyes from Above

As the wheel of life starts to crawl ahead
look at the world, with its own nature and wake
profound in wisdom, drowning in majestic beauty..
such beautiful sights, such enormous lights..

walk around and see for yourself..
at the stairs of time, love overflows in gale..
search a place to be, live the life you will
sit here and stare.. beauty is found everywhere..

as we go on and life keeps on changing
theres no way back, lets stop pretending..
hardwork was simplified, labor was shortened
sweat and blood, still they flow in frenzy..

beauty relies not onto the eyes alone,
it searches deeper, reason and heights are of real value..
what was good to see here is different from above..
and so it is, Life was really not enough..


look at the world in a higher place..
be astound by the change, how man has made..
still different, still lacks the essence..
It is God alone, who knows the value of its presence

Sparks

Seeing the cities only by sparks at night
wandering in this world, looking, gleaming anything in sight
as you stepped up in the chamber of this world's own wake
you may think how unfruitful, and tainted man's own path has made?

life as you see it, is what you take from it..
break away, walk away.. leaving everything that comes and pay..
each path that have been made unclean, shattered by natures disdainful way
are the very own path to the veil, we are unfolding in ruins trail..

round as a sphere, blue as our world..
those minds keeping in tyranny untold..
sweeping in power, stepping up with temper
not knowing.. they are digging their own shelters..

red as a rose, pure as a blood
this passion, every soul is keeping at heart..
Will given by the mover, abused by sacrastic beholders..
used relentlessly, like veins entangled in hypocrisy.

words you may see, sights you may hear..
unnoticed, this essence in life you must bear..
looking at the ears of the deaf, listening to the eyes of the blind..
confusion crawls up in the mind of unlucky ones..

creative as your hands, understanding as the mind you have..
your potential, granted with wisdom.. should be used in line..
you are never alone in this world, never abandoned..
it is just a matter of looking, listening at the sparks at night..

Visionary

In this journey, We all lack the courage to begin
at some point we lost our own self in the everyday struggles of life
waiting, believing on faith to manifest itself from within
waking us at the brink of solace and limbo in a sheet..

I am afraid, I surely did..
for what I am made will sprung out the fruits of incompetence
I am alone, its been for years..
confined in this chamber of solace in disgrace
I am unsure, its always been..
for my future is like a lighted candle in the face of a gale..
I am weak, and it lives in the depths of my heart since I was born
trapped in this darkness.. blinded by its curtain of uncertainty..

I am willing to take the risks at the right time, in the right place
to show others what the Son has granted me this much..
I am blessed, faithfully walking on His footprints in the shore..
carefully looking at the traces of life.. the withered leaves as they fall..

My weakness entagles me, but it casts no pain within..
sin, incompetence, heartaches and solitude
they embrace me yet I still can reach for the light..
at the end of winter there will always be the sun..
oh I can't wait for it to come..
and look at the summer of my life..