If It's You Who Took The Blame.

 

If it's you who took the blame 
but, it remains the same
Then just let go with the flow
Breath with sincerity of living 
Learn to teach what you know.

When moments disappeared 
Still, you're very rarely heard
To teach kids a world of choice
And, to beg for the unforgiving
Bring in together a world voice.

If ever you feel a failure to drop
But, still, nothing is going to stop
Whatever you do or say it's alright
A belief is a belief always to die for 
Like how the Moon sparkles at night.

Feeling between the Moon and Mars
Still, life is brighter by a billion stars
Riding high on the merry-go-round-of-life
As you laugh in disarray of watching others
When you dance, skip and jump in delight.

If you think of a flower, and it's a Rose
But, still, you'll taste it with your nose
Hold up your sphere and glance inside
To discover the many shiny sides of you
Mirrored is where your magic resides.

As you hold your hand and learn to walk
Tho many a step has left it too late to talk
With flavoured thirst of many moons to come
With pastures Heavenly harvested from love
You'll drink paradise amongst a few, but some.

Pull up your eyelids, and open your hearts
Shakespeare, Homer, and I'll play my part
To live, love, and to defend whatever it is
Which unlocks those doubts of no freedom
And is more without the world blown to bits.

Cup your hands. and throw against a grain
For someone who'll help ease up your pain
If this ever lasts or is your realisation of a dream
Skylights from above the day you'll imagine
To sit and ponder over things you've never seen.

But, the dangers unfolding beneath your feet
Are thunders thrown thick, jagged forks to greet
Rivers brimming over towards your dreams
Drowning before your very own sickly death
Just in case or if for whatever that means.

Pick a little petal for a growing love,
But, it remains in the Lord above
To grace your vows and horrid sins
With just in remembering what you did
Stacked up in a rotten garbage bin.

A sleight of hand, a hand of mistrust
To devour hatred and spit out the dust
You'll be hiding in Heaven if Hell is here
Saints and the sinners or make a decision
Play in melancholy to hide away the fears.

Shouldn't have let you go near there
Shouldn't have let you go anywhere
Should have taken care of you, but I didn't
Should have taken care of you, but I couldn't
But, still, they say they wouldn't
But, again, they ask they won't
But, always, they say they don't
And, yet, at last, its time to go.