First steps on the soft earth,
Felt like a surprise,
First words said hello,
With pleasant evergreen smiles…
First Sun, rose so high,
It made our minds bright,
A shower of expectations,
And then came the first night..
When we had our first fight…
First tears that broke the silence,
Clear Brush strokes of violence,
The eclipsing of the dark side,
Revealing primal qualities.
First rush of sadness and disbelif,
Rising waves of anger and madness,
We saw it all, but we failed to see,
I am not your enemy…
First steps, in the aftermath,
Clearing a path, we still stand,
We cleared our home, but we still find
The enemy, hidden in our mind.
First lie and our first weakness,
Brought in the world, its first sickness,
What we have become,
And what else is to come…
Can we tell what is wrong from right,
Or we have just lost our sight.
Can we ever be what we are meant to be,
And fight the true enemy..
That lies within us, deep inside,
We may look in the mirror, we may find
The answer to this disharmony,
And realize..
First tears that broke the silence,
Clear Brush strokes of violence,
The eclipsing of the dark side,
All the things inside of me.
First rush of sadness and disbelif,
Rising waves of agony,
We saw it all, but we failed to see,
Now I see…
I am not your enemy…
