The event shook yesterday
In the light of glowing light
At first thought it was a happy start
Clouds replace light in seconds
His glitter was filling the story
The rain had already changed the clouds that marched back
Second and secondly there was no trial there
Only the eyes have been deleted
Appearance has represented feelings
Morality is not a guide
And the gleaming of the gems you are expecting
Apparently the glass was scattered
Sincerely, or not
In the expected holy birth
Nothing to get on the story
Just like being a quiet release friend
Or it just does not mean
