This is my fault you are free,
all my hopes are not in Pandora's box.
I am now
on the way to make
a new box, a box of no hopes.

Three wise mans come every night
they look at star, whispering;
May all kings fall down before him.
They talk about god's son.
I do not listen to them.
A pilgrim then come from dearest,
he talks about messages, he is a messenger.
I refuge to listen to him.

And
I see no believes, whenever I see believes,
the bravery has taken the place with a silent shout,
consequences of chaos made our history from stories.
A self created creator's emotions only left inside me and inside the box.
I created myself as like my creator, so you are free.
This is my fault you are free.

Ahmed Sanny