I am the Tree of Pesticide
My Leaves Looks Always Green
I am Pushing To Bloom Flower
I have To Produce Enormous Food
But Earthly Poison Ruins My Pale Root Brutally
I Need Cool Water And Warm Sunshine
To Make Myself Feel Refresh and Reboot
I am the Bird of Sweet Voice
I used to Sing for My King
My Wings Lost His Habit of Flying
Because My Leg Cuffed By the Golden Chain
I can Copy Many Human Voice
I Can Whistle Following My Lords Order
But I keep Silent My Inner Voice in the Lonely Hours
When I Think About My Weeping Feathered Queen
I am the Lion of Famous Circus
I used to Pet to show People My Helpless Roar
Mass Claps to See My Royal Fashion
But Nobody Notice My Suppressed Pain
When I Lick My Wounded Claws With Tears
Behind the Empty Darkness of Iron Door
God Made Me Graceful and Generous
But I have to Live in Prison that's My Fate
I Can't Escape From the Whipping Master
O My Lioness I Love you But I Can't Be Your Mate
I am the Moon of Sky with Beauty of Divine
But People Throw Me Kisses and Winks
For My Cooling Comfort and Night's Silvery Shine
My Heart Cries and Asking for Love of Sun
But I have to Smile and have to Say 'I am Fine'
People of Desire Makes Me Elite and Valuable
People of Hunger Thinks I am a Toasted Whitish Bun
Nobody Knows My Movement of Mind
Only God Knows I like to Revolve Around My Innocent Sun
To My Sun, To My Fire, To My Baby :D
Mmmmuuuaaaahhh :O
Love You
M-e-Z .
