the world i call my own |
I dreamt of pink roses last night They grew from sand right in the middle of the sea Their scent was sweet and soothing Just like the waves against my skin I saw Gods artistry with my eyes It was my reflection in those waters And I thought I couldn’t lay my hand on a miracle? I can feel blessings with my heart I’ve kissed love on its face And have been wearing flawlessness all this time A panama of intelligence, with a designer shirt of forgiveness Moral value Jeans and elegant shoes by perseverance I’ve danced to the rhythm time Tick –tock, learn- grow, tick learn, tock grow I’m born again on the mountain of silence just before i go to sleep Purified by my every night ritual Where I light the candle of hope and burn the incense of introspection And chant honest words to I Then dream of pink roses that grow right in the middle of the sea And see God’s artistry with my eyes When i take shower in the morning My fears and hates and evil deeds are washed away I’m made pure by the presence of the sun Darkness does not belong in this world of mine I have love as my guide And dream of pink roses. |