Suddenly

Suddenly
I drop the rain on the sand
it blends with the chants
of the falling leaves
that long to fly away
following the melody
sung by winter wind
Give me more rays of light
and I will trade your prayers
with our promise
that sinks my heart away

Scars

They are nothing but scars,
crafted over grave of wars,
gleaming in crimson jars.

They are hears that grow teary,
washing off every mystery,
as company spills misery.

They will sleep and hatch,
to rise up with raging match,
that life cannot even catch.

When cold creeps to toe,
stay with three or two,
leave them all black too. 

Cause they are nothing,
but scars.