Drip Drip Drip...ooO it drips,
The brown brewed grasses thus butchers my skin,
Enough to drill blood to make a paradise drown.
Blood dungs on my trail,
Though I envisage a paradise yet regained.
My crave for peace blew me away,
To a land of no return, yet I return.
On one arm, a sword to kill strife,
On another arm, a sword to still peace.
I bet to birth peace on my own,
But my wilting body is a burden.
Yet my twitching heart wouldn't embrace defeat.
So I take a warriors stand,
Little miles away yet staring at d castle,
Calling out to you like me that hunger peace,
With hopes that you hear my cry,
Enough to cry back with your presence.
Although the sun grills on me,
I must thus wait patiently for you to come sweat for peace.