Peeling open a pomegranate, freedom floats on the Andaman Sea, On the Andaman Sea, stones drift aimlessly with glee. I reach out my hand, foolishly laughing towards God, We need a glass of sweet wine, to make life less hard. Every morning, when we wake up alone, We see the vast sea of sorrows, all on our own. Wise stars, like snowflakes, gently yet forlorn, Drifting slowly before our eyes, they mourn. This endless cycle, with no escape or end, The greatest purgatory, like a pipe that does descend. A single tooth, a few sparkles of bright dust, God creates from nothing, He is fair and just. But how long can those lights of life truly be? Soft hands constantly praying, setting their pleas free. The songs from the other shore, the same melody, Gently pecking at our universe, longing to see.