If we can only see the world with one with patient eyes with no hasty judgement nor doesn’t rush, nor bind with what it sees If only we could see the world with one with tolerable understanding, and waits before any uncontrollable word or thought can be made If only we could see the world with fairly good language to speak our minds in swift offence, it automatically pauses and chooses with tolerance If only we could see the world with generous awareness before doing a bitter waste of actions and regretful behaviour…

In the world full of choices and decisions, only you can understand your own definition of freedom even when silence creeps in stirring with fear But freedom also demand that we need choose from right and wrong, can anyone even understands the real definition of right from wrong For those who refuse to decide their own concept of freedom, will they wake up someday and may find their freedom once and for all before being withered and died I just want to believe that even if you let people understand your own truth and your happiness they would still refuse to understand because they have their own concept of truth and freedom…

Sometimes in life, we have wronged or betrayed or even misunderstood but we couldn’t help but express the pain inflicted on us As the trust once got lost, a hope suddenly fades away, a broken dream destroyed from pain from a heart that is full of pain The rest of world wouldn’t understand the peace you have been seeking as mind whispers so loudly to seek for vengeance resulting to a darker unplanned course There’s something in pain that is inflicted that satisfies your anger that burns and disappears so suddenly but you woke up, you can’t do it at all!

In a world where shadows play, a spark ignites where a heart takes flight That gentle touch of your warmest hands gives you comfort where life begins to lighten up When those two worlds meet with laughter and a sense of joy and connection A dance of joy and dance of hope it brings with every glance and every promise it grows…

The future is shaped by the hands of the bold and those who refuse to let freedom be sold if you value your freedom, remember the cost but who chooses no side, and watches the truth What is the cost of neutrality if your freedom’s own choice couldn’t unfold with injustice, with cruelty, with pain

That feeling that pulls you, the feels right and that strong feeling of rush, that taste of sweet and thrill of chase were you feel you’re almost in control The next is the fleeting high, we wanted to chase joy without recognizing as time slips fast, where moments fly as you bend to their will and excitement Yet soon we feel the uncomfortable feeling like we’re aching, leaves us that hollow place within still a want that grew with a promise of joy that won’t last long Pleasures beckon like a silent song, that garden lime of light where temptations bloom so high with vibrant petals of praise…