When too much of love pours from heart,
There must be a hell..
Then where is the hell?
Hell hides behind the heart that loves,that sings,dances for love,
Hell hides beneath the calm sea of life,
And each day strangles some more..
Hell dances on the rhythm of life,
Yet follows death..
What is hell?
A punishment ground?
No .
It is just as it is,hell..
Where each moment something breaks,
But each moment something is made..
Hell,it's the burning fire swallowed,
So that no heat is felt..
Hell,it's standing against oneself,
Destroying oneself to be kind,to forgive and forgive..
Hell,
It's just the fight between black and white,
Dancing in hell..
