Life is with its intense mysteries, has me questioning who will I be?
She touches his hand, it is a burnin flame on her palm
The sky is falling, falling
To find human perfection is unattainable and unsustainable,
Looking outside the window,
The world is a concession of fear and hope,
Sometimes I go through my phone and there is no one to call.
I observe life and feel like I'm overlooking,
She looks out into the clear blue water on a foggy afternoon,
The world is cold on those bad days,
My love for you is spontaneous, yet fully detailed.