Afraid... but...what do you think?
That spring has a heart same a winter...
That fame will escape from the winner
That snake is the traitor your fever
And words are the world through glass pink...
When can't find the floor under feet
You kneel, you get up loosing something
And thoughts flash in mind as the lightning
Your ground is keeping small seed
The Gardener which was here before
He planted, He knew all directions
By which will be playing your actions
And more can't to be here no more
Don't let sprout dry doubts you've got
The root penetrate deep in ground
Support in suspense you have found
Small seed of your birth, trust to God
Happy Birthday, Sunny
Trust to God
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