Is there someone, just to move on,
Like deep waters, in a cold-cold storm,
You can never, see the way through
From the distant, thoughts in you.
But the longing ,is always there,
Like a flickering dying flame,
Can’t they see it, as nothing’s right,
It’ is more than just any fight.
Wild imaginations turn into silent dreams,
Like a flower crushed by heels,
Which still leaves its fragrance back,
And a scar that never heals.