Up I went, climbing at the peak of the hill br Hearing the echoes of what my heart contains, br As I scattered seeds, choose the best, thrown them on air br Wishing they would reach any land where they can grow as well. br br One seed reached Maiden Rock and has it's sprout br A healthy plant grew in green bloom and proudly shout, br No woman can have it either way, no way, it is taken already br By a man with his pet dog on hand who claims it belongs to him. br br Then he came where I am, offered his green rose br So rich in color and has it's i-don't-get-it-purpose, br He speaks well, though it irritates my ears like swords br And makes my eyes sometimes glow in red to read his nasty words. br br Daniel's rose has thorns I guess br Sometimes it leaves a perfect scent with sense, br Yet sometimes, out of the blue, there he can't resist br Utter his naughty words, as he adds to his list. br br How many rose has been withered by your hands, Daniel? br As you claimed you got the biggest stick that can hit anyone's shit, br I wonder why you keep on doing this br Inspite of being smart to some words that you speak in ease? br br (To a man who speaks nasty and boast his manhood with pride...