My Own That Rightly

The wind blow

To spring upon my face

Blow the leafs

To wipe the tears

Sometimes like an iron person

In mind firm a shiver

To strive to be calm

But in mind make hesitate

I look at the blue sky

I parried the sunrise

To strive make a smile

And happy in my own life

But…that not the really

I just a man who wear mask

Who run from the really

Who afraid about sorrow