The World

Once I lived far of hundred miles, I saw people chasing lies the forest and cottages and holy sky how can people forget in whose love they all cry the world has magic, love, and beauty in all the sides why hold things like sand in our eyes one see all were crying day and night but for whom they were chasing day and night, why not hold the love sparkles tight magic that lies in our eyes can see the different sides, colors holding the world's bright light you can see what you want through your eyes uff! why do people chase the light?