Flow of Sand

Tittle- flow of sand

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I'll rise.

A day fill with spark,

A night with lots of dark,

I will do more better,

I practice to become more better,

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I'll rise.

I need one hope to walk more,

I need a path to walk more,

Let's see what I get,

I will hug what I get,

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I'll rise.

I want to touch the flow of water,

I want to flow and glow like water,

Circumstances make my hands empty,

I lost what I have and I become empty,

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I'll rise.

I feel the fragrance of lost touch,

There are something apart in that touch,

Let's see what I have,

Let's admire those Grace,