Hark, it was a day that I close all doors of hope silently
You might neither think nor remember the vanity of me
Since the day I hold my sight and my voice to you and also for me
Getting worse and hurt is worth, overtly
Respecting and jovial appraisal is so sick to be cured
Either to be cursed or ignored is bliss of life
For me, at least to keep me alive
I hold my strength to build up a pyramid
A stone for sincerity, loveliness and jovial are ready for my dine
Stones, heavy like the love i've shown
Solid as the ground i've known
And I just wanna carry on
And even in a desert storm
Sturdy as a rock I behold
Wishing every moment froze
Now I just wanna let you know
on the solid ground,am standing with full of courage
till then,
xoxoxox, Josh
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