Devil's Wing

When soft hearts are broken,

All my lovely moments are wreck on

When the wind never blows,

the dark rain clouds glows.

When thunder cannot be heard,

the sun takes its sharp sword

When the beautiful angels do not sing

I go and sleep on the devils wing

When this life cannot be lived,

Death may also be unrelieved.

When truth turns to be a lie,

The fake becomes so alive

The clock shows wrong time,

Wounds of heart never heal on time

When the ultimate pain does not hurt,

and real enemies never divert,

When rainbows have no color,

 Sky becomes dirty and vulgar

When wrong seems to be right,

 The right will never come to light.

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI