What if

If fishes could fly
If it were a butterfly
Bubbles would be in air
Waters would lay bare.

If fishes has feathers
And all of it's brothers
Would fly into the air
And play there very fair.

If birds could swim
Then waters would hymn
Sky would become water
If so, will it even matter?

If I could be happy
We would be chappy
And chatter without pause
There would be no gnaws.

Love would be in air
As happy as a mare
Each day would smile
In its veru own isle.

The nightmare

Many have dreams to pursuit
But I have a dream of my own
'Twas not ambition nor goal
But a plain, mere vague dream
Like the one at a troubled night
It might have a meaning of its own
Which surpassed my understanding
Each day I sit all alone by myself
Trying to make out what it was
I relate it with all that I know
But efforts end only in vain
All my experience fail terribly
My dream became my mare
I wish I knew myself better
Maybe one day I'll for sure
Discover my dream to make it true

The scar

The mark that you left long ago
Remains there unseen, concealed
But reminding always the pain
Even in my deepest sweet slumber

It would never heal nor go away
But be there always, lest I forget
What it was in the years past
When time did forget to repay

It pricks me each time I shine
Everytime I enjoy, have fun around
The dark mysterious days of past
Overshadows the upcoming future

By my side

When I cry all alone
None stands by my side;
When the roofs fall in
Lord, stand by my side.

When I stagger the way
Burdens are too heavy;
When my shoulders fail
Lord, stand by my side.

When I soar on the sky
My wings terribly break;
When I slide steep down
Lord, stand by my side.