My pag-ibig is like to ice, and I to fire
How come it then that this her cold so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire
But harder grows the madami I entreat
Or how come it that my exeeding heat
Is not delayed sa pamamagitan ng her heart-frozen cold
But that I burn much madami in boiling sweat
And feel my flames augment manifold
What madami miraculous thing may be told
That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice
And ice, which is congealed with senseless cold
Should kindle apoy with wonderful device
Such is the power of pag-ibig in gentle mind
That it can alter all the course of time

The world as I see
People tell me as a child
That it is beautiful and wonderful
Yet it's scary and unjust at the same time

The innocent dying
The guilty being set free and getting money
They laugh at other's pity
Standing in their own pit of filth they created

Poor Nawawala little child
All alone she walks
Yet she knows she's madami powerful than she knows

They never do see
What destruction they cause
They call it justice
I call it lying

Poor child all alone
Yet madami powerful than these liars
They will see the other side one day

This giant filthy monster
Trampling down the innocent Nawawala souls
Yet this little one holds the key to the truth

Their own definition of truth and justice
Their own definition of mercy and love
They say justice is blind
But all the lies we hear now
Don't you ever wonder who the blind ones really are?

One day
One araw the real truth will shine
ipinapakita all the laughing liars
That the pader they built from fake
Will come crashing down

Life is filled with transitions.
young become old, rainbows dissapper,
self-esteem can be discouraged, courage
can become fear.
Happy faces and joyful hearts, can sometimes be sad. Sunny days with frustrations, can cause
perfectly good araw to go bad.

segundos change into minutes, minutos change into
hours. A seed planted in soil with the proper
rain and sunlight, can grow into a lovely flower.
friendships may grow distant because of problems and pain. Times are filled with transitions, but I pag-ibig you just the same.

Forgive my bitterness
I never knew my puso was this cold
Please oh please forgive me
Please

My words cut like knives
They hurt and bleed others
Oh what pain I've caused
Oh and what pain I feel

Forgive me
I never knew I could hurt
I just feel bad now
For what I've caused in life

I made good, bad
I made beauty, ugly
I made fun, dull
I turned healing into suffering

I know I was bad
But I feel remorse
I feel bad
I feel bad now

Listen to me
Listen my love
I will not shatter
Your fragile heart
Never again
We'll be okay
And pag-ibig again

Everyone will know now
That I will ipakita love
Hate is gone
It's buried
Beneath the ground

pag-ibig glows in the darkness of hate
But why so much hate?
pag-ibig feels better
Towards everything
So why oh why so much pain?
Hate cuts like a knife
But pag-ibig can heal
So why try to hurt
When you can heal