Handprints on my glass

Fly Smoke They went behind the garage for a fly smoke From end to end The weightless fog enfolded the exquisite air They were too high on the happy side It was either crime, the basketball, music or love They chose love over all A spoon for their hungry souls. And above them is this quiet man Staring at them like a sightless one in a canopy Anguished as he recalled his younger days A lad, wild and free, he was too high then on the happy side It was either crime, the basketball, music or love He chose love over all But look what happened to his soul: ------------------------------- His heart beats speed up Like adrenaline flows And mixed with his blood The smoke fades away As fog at a snail’s pace disappeared A devil’s face grinned at him Like a thousand lights in a night beam. He saw the young gal in the street Alone, a helpless fresh meat He chose love over all Love she never asked or wished for She yelled for help, she cried and cried He saw her face li...

You showed me charming scenery of magic peaks and dazzling sunshine above the clear and blue waves Below your comfort lying the golden and fertile field With double rainbow in the sky when you were born Aside from the golden spoon in your big mouth Indeed, you are a legend, a god to your tribe. You can cure illness and you can spread it too You can cap the mountain white and the sky blue You can control weather, you make the cloud falls, the wind stops and the sun gleams as well But at the end of the day the darkness thrives And you will realize that you’re just an idol and not a God. You are human with limits on time and power You will never stay on top forever Believe me it is just fantasy living here Pretending to be brave amid growing fears For there is another side of life waiting for us-- A different stage, just platform somewhere over there.

In the beginning when He said, "Let there be light," On Earth, on this planet Out of the sheer darkness The sun rose over the mountain, The moon shone over the harbor And the stars twinkled in our eyes. In the middle of the night When hope lying soundly dead When knees bended and tears shed Where the eyes that could only see Are from the pillows on my bed, Seems unanswered prayer In a cold and bleak weather. And out of this dangerous world Where the matter met the time and space There is my God who is unlimited The answer is here On His own spell and pace With His infinite power and mercy On His timing will pour unto me. My God has no limits And exceedingly great Above matter, time and space My Limitless God who's power is boundless Unmeasurable by any measurements His timing is like an accurate scale in complicated math And a perfect steer in perilous path.