<≪≪≪ A Maddening Phase Of A Tide

When I try to smile What I get you see Variety of bombs and missiles Over my head Pity on them They want me to die so young But my fate has been written Tire your hands trying I am strong enough to break Not so weak that I would bent You may hate me for that Yet I send you friendship You may look at it And feel strange But I have enough milk in my heart To butt it for my foe You may turn it down And shower me again with bombs and missiles But I am not weak enough To bow at your feet You may not care it In the fit of your rage But I have enough trust In you all who are now going insane For your power and strength As I know this is your tide And my love will win And I will take you back On the right track When this maddening phase of yours Would pass over And normalcy would find you again.