Ballad By Dragons

I walk toward the window,

Looking down below, hope to see,

Flowers dancin', birds singin',

Children playin', women dancin', and

Men are laughin'. I see…

Looking up above, hope to see,

Blue sky smiling, clouds dancing, and

The sun is laughin'. I see…

Paradise, slaughter all around

Looking down below, I see,

Children cryin', women dyin', and…

Men are slaughtering,

Birds fallen, flowers are vanishin'.

Looking up above, I see a sky,

Darker than the darkest night,

Deeper than the deepest light,

And the clouds cryin', fillin'

The ocean with red tears.

The world is a paradise.

Envy, lust, greed, pride!

Wrath, sloth, and gluttony!

The world is a paradise.

Trust me, I ask the same question,

Every day and every night,

This isn’t a mere joke,

This is the stark truth.

This isn’t poetry, this isn’t a poem,

This isn’t to scare you, trust me,

It's merely a secret that can’t be told.

On February 14th, I saw my mother get shot,

I saw them shoot her, I found a gun,

I held a gun but didn’t pull the trigger,

I was too damn terrified to shoot.

My hands have shaken,

My mind amiss, horrified heart,

From this point, life is chased,

No trail to find,

Frozen, unable to move.

Then I looked up, saw my father staring,

Wondering why he didn’t do a damn thing?

I turned around, and my brother saw me,

Glimpses of an eye, and I was down.

Opened my eyes, saw five men on my head,

The endless pain cries, the heartache tremble,

Wondering if they can even end this endless pain.

My soul cries for these chains to untie,

But the chains are taut. My heartaches shiver,

Forever a prisoner in this messed-up world,

Alone in the dark, with endless pain.

Suddenly, I hear my ma's voice cries, “get up, don’t give in!”

Woke up, saw myself in an empty street, and conjecturing why,

I stood up, walking, wandering in empty streets,

A man approached me and took me to a house,

Considering that house another ‘Hell’.

My soul cries for these chains to untie,

But, the chains are taut. My heartache shiver,

Forever a prisoner in this messed-up world,

Alone in the dark, with endless pain.

They tortured me every day and every night,

Gave me a gun and asked me to shoot,

Then, February 14th appeared all over again in front of my eyes,

These days kept repeating themselves for some time.

And I wonder when,

The chains to be untied, endless pain vanishes,

My heartache shivering to fade away,

The endless headache to dwindle.

My soul cries for these chains to untie,

But, the chains are taut. My heartache shiver,

Forever a prisoner in this messed-up world,

Alone in the dark, with endless pain.

A young girl approached me, fed me water with her bare soft hands,

Feeling her soft skin on my lips, water draping,

I’m drinking, like I had never drunk water,

Seen her beautiful smile, I couldn’t smile back,

She untied my chains and told me to flee,

There I met Cleo, a beautiful, innocent, smiley girl,

I took her hands and got out with her,

I saw myself on the same empty streets,

It was March 14th when I met a lady,

Who took me in, fed me, clothed me,

Suddenly, Cleo ran away, I went out,

Wondering in the empty streets,

Hoping to find her, but there was no trace to follow.

Only robes that were cut, no trace,

Heard a voice crying for help, I followed

It was a different girl, same people from February 14th

The girl, crying, screaming for help,

Fire was all around,

Darkness was filling the place,

Smoke was all around.

Same five men stood there holding her.

Those men held a knife on her beautiful neck,

They gave her the syringe toxic and whispered,

“This last touch, now she’s a copy of her mother”,

They shot my leg, and they took her away…

My soul cries for these chains to untie,

But, the chains are taut. My heartache shiver,

Forever a prisoner in this messed-up world,

Alone in the dark, with endless pain.

The pain started to echo, I roared as loud as I could,

Until my voice was lost, I got out, and I—

Saw my old friends alright.

My face smiled, beneath I was tearing apart,

I turned around and walked back to hometown,

It was February 14th, a whole year had passed,

I burned my house and watched it tear itself apart,

Suddenly, it was only ashes.

You think this is a game? You think this is the end?

Only the mere start, I went back to the lady,

And I found her in the hospital—

Standing next to Cleo in bed.

Whispered, what? No way?

I saw them take her….

How come?

The lady said, “She had a bad accident,”

I whispered “what? Can it be?”

Did I have a nightmare? Or was it a mere lie?

I didn’t care; I just wanted her to live…

A man, the lady dated, offered money to—

Cure her, if I sold myself to him, and I did,

Cleo lived, I was back in that house,

Where I was back in hell.

My soul cries for these chains to untie,

But, the chains are taut, my heartache shiver,

Forever a prisoner in this messed-up world,

Alone in the dark, with endless pain.

Ever since February 14th

I kept on fighting just to survive,

I didn’t even know why?

I even doubted who I am.

You asked, "Why I won?"

I will tell you,

You stand alone

You fight alone,

But I am never alone.

You’re a leader with followers,

But I'm a leader with friends.

Even If, I stand alone, I’m not alone.

Meaning, rob that ties between my friends

It can never be torn apart.

Thus, I never fight alone, that is how I won.