Madness

Forget the dream

When the power to live

comes from present.

Death,

We are looking for that address

Which is watching over us.

When the last voice of love

found in giving up some dreams,

It's called Madness

A Devine power that we can't see

But it is difficult for us to live without it.

When we forget ourself in search of that power

That's called madness

Instead of following a easy path,

take the thorny path

and find the beauty of that.

That's called madness

When grief does not frighten fear

Defeat in front of your strong morale,

Fearing the sound of own soul

able to live at her behest.

That's called madness

Lost hope of winning

Worshiping hope without drowning

When the restless mind loses.

Then you have confidence in yourself.

That's called madness

A power that has no absolute truth

A magnet that has an invisible attraction

This attraction turns into a fascination

That's called madness

A madness who does not see

the beauty of human or wealth,

Only sees the soul of human

Other than madness, no one can explain

the beauty of the soul.

Madness is the power to stabilize the mind,

The power to lose dreams in the city of dreams,

The power to forget death at the peak of death,

And finally the power of the soul to meet God