My bereaved dream, My estranged desire, Tangled together , They trigger a fire..   A broken string of the kite , In the ratonale,in the hope, In the qualms of time, In the dwellings I cope, Flying high,alone, in this sky of mine, I get knocked, i fight,i therby twine,   I find a piece of cloud, A piece I call my own, Echoing the psalms, And the charms so loud..   My bereaved dream, I find you here, In the solace, In the world so fair, Come,with me,give me your wing, Am no more nipped , Am no more a fringe, My estranged desire, I take you home, Amidst the flora, The fauna I overcome.....