Where does life mean to take you,
Your eyes have had too many tears
Like buds from a newly-grown shrub.
Are we too much in debt
With our hearts?
Love surely made us winners,
Nothing has been feeling
As where the sky had been adrift
Like the ocean was flipped.
Beautiful, as your eyes.
Beautiful, as the only feeling to remain.
Beautiful, as when the sun came out
To blossom a fertile land at your feet.
We seem to place money on our hearts
Begging for love start a fire,
With it as kindling.
Can we keep trying to reach the moon?