wiggle from pain carved in my wrist
feel the anger flown of the power of my fist,
shout to the sky for all let betsuni bring you down.
telling little child to dance on the hills.
paleness of skin from swallowing pills.
come up my bright sun lite up my fine day.
hear the Christan song and dance to what he say.
stars shall drown in the darkness of the land.
beery my feet in the warm beach sand.
calm white sea, from the sakura tree,
let the petals fall down to the soft edge grass.
Swift from the heavens swinging from the cloud,
let me urn my way in,
known shall he forgive us from all are dreadful sin
“Were I to take the wings of the dawn,
that I might reside in the most remote sea,”
said David, “there, also, your own hand would lead me and your right hand would lay hold of me.”
(Psalm 139:9, 10)
we all shall pass, grow from this beast,
we shall not parish out to become his feast .
Nobel our hero that we each prays the other..
but we all do no we come from his mother.
mother of god whom i speak today
we rejoice in hands each and every day.
lullaby i sing to put thy young to rest.
which shall grow old a day and be put to his sprouting test.
Thus the heavens and the earth and all their army came to their completion.
increase in all humanity growth or accretion.
note :title means-search or pursuit