Heard of a treasure called Love?
While I broaden my circle
Beckoning all, they are welcome
For the good lessons taught
It was painful, it was draught
With various perceptions of a common King
In the midst of this sailing
There's despise I sense hailing
Not from within the circle but outside
"all your blessings are nothing..
ever heard of great Darwin and Hawkings ?"
In the melody of the bird
In the softness of the fur
Know that madness is not in believing
Like Peter, I had said "not me" and like Peter also "my head and body not just my feet"
I over or underdid
A thin line of perfection it is
Love is above all
For He never gave up on me.