Caution Mr Joe

Mr. Joe's tongue bloomed as beautiful flowers Petals falling down as crystal drops of rain Went to the apple land to follow the shadow as bride's future Left the morose marks from the woods where he came from Hence, he looks luxury, brings the mother tongue of universe Changes vastly the posture from head to foot Life flies to the solar-flare, everyone wants to stare Can't count the lines even see the melancholy eon... Crown of a king touches on his head Hands with seeds with diamonds sleep under his blessed fate Waiting for the right clock to point its arms to raise the chin For those hit his snoopy and woke up his hazardous soul Swallows everything's weak inside and boosts the anxiety Mornings can't paid the uncountable mourning That blew the dandelion in the air called the faith For every hour sweet line on his face conveys into ash The deepest sigh is preserved by decades Pushing himself to jail the race that symbols of his herd For such reasons just to embrace the statue of liberty Less proud to yell up own peers to the blue and green eyes Indeed, the magical ability inherited to the forefathers Big lie carried the bridge to burn his fellows to be known The trash on your mind is the one you left behind The striking flag yet today crawling And brave spirit obtain to be known Not as the house of poor servants But as the creatures with faith For the abandoned country of majestic workers