hanging on like Babylon gardens,
In a constant battle not to fall,
To prevent hitting the ground,
Fixing my claws to muffin like massive cloud
to attach somehow hanging onto the edge of sanity,
No middle Eastern would you find beside me,
succeeded to stay alive, hope it goes smoothly to happen by lightning,
Brain shock And strokes,
And the small drawings of little elves,
Only creatures still want to be friends with dummies,
Gazing childishly into my scared round eyes,
Seeking the last sparkles of hope , stay in the same old premise,
In depressed but sacred pair of olives in their innocent eyes,
A voice can be heard as rain from the sky above,
Echoes hold onto you,
yourself the only one shouldn\'t ever be lost by you,
Although this wasteland of ours couldn\'t be seen under million tons of traitful jealous bruises.
So hold onto the only one you should always trust and never lose.