"Behind of my life"

Even though,people always
  see these gift of mine
       as a trouble
I am still Smiling
 
By the time I commit my
life unto you,my surroundings
seems falling me down it sadness
   I am still Smiling

They are trying to run,even
  I want to leaving,but I can't . . .
I can't betray this man
Who died for me

He always make me fed happy
 and want to see me enjoy
The abundant and exceeding life
  of this little bamboo

He always whisper then,that he is
Even thought I will,
The precious gift he give me
  that will always comfort me


When you leave me
in the grave
don't say goodbye
Remember a grave is
only a curtain
for the paradise behind

When for the last time
your words and soul
Your close your mouth
will belong to the world of

no place no time

            By: Elizabeth Ilasin
      Life and Death project