Let the numbers speak and choose their master
Let the numbers cry and choose their lover
Let the numbers be filled with joy forever
And let them find their real home together.
The thought of breaking the treasured laws of life
is the thought of solving a hard false strife
When we keep on fearing the numbers of dice
We failed to win the vulgar games of chance.
Let the numbers seek and strengthen their faith
Let the numbers forbid their own wrong gate
In order to open a heavenly grave
And rise from the dead to live and save.
When we learn to lead we learn to follow
Far from the Black road casting dark shadows
To lead is to guide with no more sorrows
To follow is to soar an ocean of mallows.
Now, let the numbers express their thank you
For once they met someone like you
To whom they shared they treasured values
A lie on earth which is gladly..hehe..TRUE!
A poem for Madam Jhovy Banania.. I was not able to give to her before I graduated in High School