Get me in mood. To fly.
Show me the bigger picture. The sky.
I might forget. Remember to remind me.
There is a purpose. Of me being me.


“every saint has a past and every sinner …a future”


Hit me on the head

And it won’t change my fate

I have a big heart

I can place you there.

Present your aggression

And be disgraced

You will find a rare situation

Boundless patience in possession.

You cannot drive me mad

I have found inner peace

I live in a different plane

Cleaner than your filthy streets.

Loudly cry in abuse

Calmly will I hear

Until you are dry of hope

The soul in you will stir.

It is my victory

But not your failure

Every saint has a past

And every sinner a future.