• Stand alone in one side
    shrouded by darkness
    on the other side
    lifting the vale away
    when a bird cry,
    it gives a moan, hard and loud
    when a love one die
    people drop down to the gazing moon
    oh, what i think, it is just a story
    told and untold
    Love and pain
    when gone mad
    a whisper in the mind
    "revenge"
    but it isn't the answer
    people will talk the talk and walk the walk
    many will wait till the sun rise
    many will fall when the dark fall
    but I
    i will start to walk a path,
    where there's light and dark
    showing that there is a
    "REFLECTION"