Unfair to think that lies are always mine
I rarely choose to make another suffer.
A droplet waits in silence in my mind,
I live inside a clap of bottled thunder.
A day gone over filled with open hearts
remains so cautious in the wind that's blown.
Some time may take, some time when spent apart
escaping trueness while she mends alone.
Feel whispers from the harmony that soothes
on tops of hills where still I sit and ponder
how little life will let myself approve
and longer waiting leaves my love so somber.
A moment here I wait to disappear,
away with drones and all the social fears.
