Like the lines of your hands br They came without alerts br Something's alone from a tree br Which gives no more fruits br br We all are like that tree br Rootless and meaningless br That could give an answer br For your wonder your illness br br Anything ain't floral br But the flesh of your heart br You will die by tomorrow, br It happens every day br br It's a coquetry poetry br To keep a sacrifice br It's an ending lullaby br For our sweet giving up br br Be aware the Oceans of Gold br They will lead you to br br stand a cold embrace br To be holding your faith br That's what left behind br For the rest inside br br Stand one more trance br To be dancing your dance br That will show the way br Of the strong and the brave br Upon this earthbr br Mohammed Hassan (Piracy In The Mediterranean)br br