[A/N: I wrote this for my English 3rd qtr. exam when I was in 3rd year HS]
With lies, the garden seemed over fed.
No wonder, many inside it are dead.
I don’t know if its just my perception,
or with these there truly are butterflies with no direction.
To the road of pain and hatred these butterflies lead
because even in silence their greatest lies are said.
I just hope that someday, somehow the rain from my eyes,
can wash away all the pain from thy lies.
