The Tightened Strings of Culture

Once in a blue not a yellow and red

the fountain of trouble is in the midst while suited

the rainbow is only in it's four colors

the animals in the forest are deeply on tremors

Once in a low and in a lonely corner

the animal of wickedness come forward to ponder

Actually he's not only the animal of cuteness

He is also the reason to discover the blindness

The days passed by and we continue the pathways

Pacing the loneliness together in a roadways

Perceiving the glow of the darkest hours

clicking the tab and shift of the highest towers

In front, at the back, and always beside me

The one of the moon in the rarest story

Accepting the individuality of the meaningful minutes

While treasuring the daily jokes of the lawful credits

Now it came to pass the enigmatic treasure

Come with me in the deepest culture

The four incredibles outside the lawful towers

Together climbing and nurturing the flowers

She's the one who gave me freedom

He's the one who gave me strength

She'e the other that inspires me seldom

He's the founder of the deepest trench

The voyage in the tallest tower is today that never matters

They love themselves every hour and surpassing the joyful manners

Scrolling down the keys although reinforcing to escape disease

The terrible yatch of pity, they slap to me with ease.