The sky has left cripples in my soul.
Daughter screams: "Where's my phone?"
The stars don't fire the heavenly skies.
Mother replies: "You better finish your homework before I... [unclear]"
The melodies of time, have yet to string two chords of perfect harmony.
Daughter speaks to father: "Dad, I need twenty dollars so I can go to the movies."
The night has abandoned my soul, and I live in peace with dawn's colors.
Mother speaks to husband: "You need talk to your daughter, she is... [unclear]"
Our lives are a distinct contrast, a masterpiece.
Contrast Masterpiece [HSM 2018]