Who am I

A million years have passed away until the first

of us created a million words of a candle’s soul

with history beyond control. A thousand million

years ago a thousand miles away from home tow

little eyes were born to breathe.

who am I when my mind creates that wall of wrong

views beyond recall sometimes you should take the

hand that is given by a friend. I lift that viel of golden

rain books of knowledge fill my veins you’ll defeat the

savage death if you’re sencere with every breath.

every man can pave his road

like a dinosaurs crowd. and all of us will make

mistakes but time will tell us what it takes. now

I’ll be there to drown your fears to give you care

With all my tears there’s just one question to esteem.

who am I...

there’s a simple answer’s key

to this simple question in front of me. in a

sense: you need a friend.