Child Of Cosmos....

There will always be a universe in my mind;

With full of meteorites and comets.

As I want stars, strength all balance in my soul.

Doesn't it look somewhat demonic? 

The sky is so tragically beautiful,

A graveyard of stars.

And even look at the moon being so dutiful.

Cause it has its own scars.

Each one of us quickly grows,

As the river flows,

With so many sorrows and woes,

Looks like we are all survivors of the cosmos.....