My inner balance
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My inner balance is fragile.
Sometimes I'm happy as a child,
Sometimes enraged, sometimes dismayed;
So I'll go to the point straight:
I've tied it all up to the sky;
Don't ask me how, don't ask me why.
So when I'm down and feeling sad,
I'm not to cry but go instead
And pray to gather clouds in skies
To make some raintears for my eyes.
And when I'm up all with my wrath,
I'm not to go the silence path,
But torn apart those clouds in skies
To let the sun rays blind my eyes!
And when I'm scared so deep within,
I'm not to let the boogie win,
But lead him out to burning sun
Thus make this demon die... or run.
And when I'm glad with all I have
To do or done, to find or found,
Those cloudy skies turn into heaven
To let me spread the Light around!