Big eye watches me and I sweat a little more,
Having faith is not enough, its pitch dark around me,
Darkness defeats my faith, I seek for some light.
The same place where I got rid of my pain and sufferings is now the reason for this loss.
The corner where I poured powders
to color my life,
seems to hide a miraculous teeth
which I fear might tear me apart.
The day light taught me to fear the men the most
and night is teaching me otherwise.
The flowers that I picked are haunting,
and the bell still tolls
I fear the power,
I feel the rage in me wanting to skip
for the leftover sip.
...the crooked old man that was burnt might be wondering
and searching his niece.