A lady with a white.

Is waiting in the shine.

For me it’s the time to bright,

As I am thinking of mine.

I saw her with a wrinkled smile,

She gave me a bright smile.

But for me it’s not the time to smile,

As my life is about a mile.

Oh! My lord, what I do?

Shall I love or I leave?

Is it for me the time to do?

As for journey I am about to leave.

Now the wheel, wheeled towards me,

And I’m still waiting for she.

But for me it’s the journey of key,

As I waited the train left me.

Now! I come to know, to know,

She is not waiting for me.

One come to her she know, she know,

As I lost the journey of me.

Later I heard the call of the lord,

And he was testing my love of shine.

That was the tragedy of my lord,

As I learned the lesson on mine.

Now I decided to take my right,

As my life is like a kite,

And for me, that was the dream of night.

As I’ll fight like a knight.

Kilo of nights I passed the right,

Then I know the right of white,

Like a gong in the night,

As I stood in the fight.

That lady in the white was send for mine,

For the journey like a thread and a kite.

But I lost off the journey of mine,

As I dreamed in the eye of light.

Instead of me,

A lad entered the journey of mine,

And he completed the journey with fine,

I was still waiting for the shine.

The lad won the journey for her,

As he followed the journey she wants.

And the time came for her,

To lend the sword he wants.

The period he traveled was of years,

And I passed it in a mere.

The journey of love is not so near,

As I learned not to fear.

Then I lerned the line of love,

“ it is a journey of leap and bound,

And not a bridge like a crown.”

“As I had lost, someone had found.”

Now, I’ll fight for the someone is mine,

In the journey of the crowd.

I must catch the train of nine,

As I’m in a search in he crowd.

Such is the love and not to dream,

Is to achieve and to win.

In the morning I break the dream,

As I’m about to win.

I ask you the end with my name,

As the journey is my aim.

One should defend till the end.

Where is the light of my fame?

Who is true?

And who is false?

I was false, or

The lady was true…