MY LIFE IN YOUR HANDS

Billions of blue blistering barnacles,
Thousands of thundering typhoons ,
All the prophecies of the oracle ,
& the sighing face of the moon ,
All sing sadly ,
All cry softly,
In the favour of my doom .

Oh, Man what have you done , 
Killed my future and even yours,
prophecies may go & come , 
But still there are left hours ,
hours for the last sunset ,
hours for the last sunrise ,
but still much time is left
 to delay all those cries .

You can delay my death ,
you can delay what you fear ,
you can extend your breath ,
by making everything as earlier.

Oh , Man i beg you!
beg you for your own life,
bring back my hue ,
and put an end to this  strife