the undulating walls i faced
tells the story of the past
the past of people's lives
and the blood shed behind their face

i took a carpet to their doors
and ask them to open their walls
to sail in the wind like aladdin
graciously yet magically

magic are seen incredible
but actual fact its deem impposible
to appear yet disappear
be yellow yet turn black later

is this the fate of one's past
that one will never ask
to hide behind the curtains of our life
to change it with one's heart

the sullen and frail will rise
the bold and mighty will fall
till one day we will stand
bravely bravely we'll never fall again..