Handprints on my glass

Green is the color of her skin And as dreadful as evil is her grin With foul and obnoxious tongue Unbearable words of lingo and slang Oh how could she sleep at night? For she’s a nightmare at her own fright And an awful view in the moonlight She thought she worked hard overnight And believed she has all the magic and might She has an eye as powerful as a telescope She use it to encroach like a cockroach She has a pack of forty great wolves And forty crows and a swarm of black bees And a group of Winkie slaves like monkeys She will give you apple and carrot to fall asleep Then slash you to death, whip you till you weep She did not carry a broom but rather an umbrella Don’t know why, perhaps she'll use it for her pralala She wants to steal your silver shoes Shoes of happiness for her to use For she don’t have a family, so afraid to dark She’s like a coward dog who loves to bark Afraid to water for it will purify her soul We’re just waiting for her grandest fall

          Nobody knows you when you're down and out As people love the winner and mock the loser They will take your failure into a lenghty spout While your face will be stained by dust and mud And your darkest road will still be covered by fog Over your head is a lonely and heavy piece of cloud And seems a super storm will test your might.               But let it rain              Let the rain wash your face                from mud and all the stain              Let It rain              And let its wind            to air condition your brain          Let the raindrops flow              on your souls              To cleanse your heart              from sorrow and pain.                    Remember that the ones who have coins enjoyed the bliss of rain              While the ones who have notes are afraid and busy seeking for shelter This is not the end of road And the end of world Life has many paths to offer Walk, shine or even gloom and crawl But ne