What life demands

 

Whenever a frown appears on your face

Just think of the tears; that trace

 

The adorning future,

A mystery that unlocks the golden gate

 

A gate to glory

From emptiness, from sorrow

 

Like the flowing river

Move the path of light

 

Into your room of darkness

The heavenly shroud overpowers the weakness

………………………………………………

 

Whenever something undesirable grows in my soul

Mercilessly pluck it out, in a whole

 

But first be honest to your self

Which is the weed and which your self !