For the centuries that passed till the centuries to come, the good will be exiled- a choice in disguise- to preserve its goodnesss. Many things, I understand now mother, when you said, "The good, the evil, both lie within. Its you who makes either of them win."
This world seems so crowded sometimes, cruel always, that I wish I could comfort you with all the peace in an altogether distinct world. The world will remain the way it is, so I told him mother :
This world seems so crowded sometimes, cruel always, that I wish I could comfort you with all the peace in an altogether distinct world. The world will remain the way it is, so I told him mother :
"Be strong, for I don't want the man within you fear and die;
For times will change for you and I.
Be sturdy, for I won't leave your hand amidst;
For I will be your guardian angel- a comrade eclipsed."
Be sturdy, for I won't leave your hand amidst;
For I will be your guardian angel- a comrade eclipsed."
I wonder how helping others can make you helpless sometimes, homeless right in the same time. 'Homelessness', that word, the meaning was unknown, now 'tis not. I could see the meaning right into his eyes, mother. I lacked the strength and a fertile reason too, to keep him from exiling himself, for I think 'tis time to let things be for a while, 'tis time to not fight back 'time' while 'tis too keen to strike you hard. But I promise you, mother, that I won't leave your son amidst, for I will always be his comrade eclipsed.
