Thrust

The breeze might thrill you

But the storm which deal with you

Don't pour the seed upon the field

The seed of weed which grow in greed

Ignore the bugs which rob the grass

Vanished and brushed among the dust

The grain of pain has gone at last

Then the earth will birth a flower in vase

There is no regret can buy the past

Like never a sun appears at night

Put your believe to the One you can thrust

That will bring hopes and the essence of light