RED VELVET

Twenty-three years been taken,
How many days are left?!
Giving me the gap to see the heaven,
Yet, it ain’t painless to be guest

Well, can’t I turn my clad back?!
For my road’s still in black
Then, where the red has gone?!
Remains me wait alone

My Oh my..
Can’t I still fly by?!
With these broken wings I’ve,
Flinging me down as a slave

It was April 24th that day’s killed by
Staring an ox was about to die
Curving the red note on Wednesday
And word by word’s just a white lie

Plugging the fragile thought with the wicked things
Where the honesty has gone? Say, I’m dying for those sweet tidings
And I’m creeping, caught in aplomb
And In helpless fading, tangled in womb

Being red velvet I used to be
Not born loser I was gonna be
I know the dove wouldn’t cease soaring still
Either crossing the marine or clambering the hill

Lemme shriek, my friend
I’m a chick with a chap’s soul
Burning the yen to an end
Getting rid of any thing that’s foul

When 23 revolutions have been done
I’m shade dying for hardly breathing
Find my corpse’s remained bone
Undone my heart with fire flaring

Oh…Lord please, nothing I ask for
But Your wings as the rest to lean on
Escorting this hopeless core
Giving the gaiety on and on

And if the choice is what You have
Being the red velvet’s all what I want to
Facing the globe like the stone cave
Start moving to let my dreams come true



(Edited Blue Dew, 24-04-2009)