I used to think that I could not go on
and life was nothing but an awful song.
But now I know the meaning of true love
I'm leaning on the everlasting arms.
Arms that carry me throughout the day
and prevent me to sway into rooms
I don’t down to remember. Hidden keys
inside your jeans pockets as you smile at me.
Never considered to be more considerate,
yet instead live life as I totally obliterate it.
You are my pillar who holds on strong
as you turn my life from awful into an okay song.
Cherries are berries; fruit of the gods,
sinfully I bury my everlasting doubts.
In awe I stand to spectate as you denounce
the end of the route to all of my doubts.
When we grew old you finally made me suffer
for the first time I had a blank stare and I mutter:
*“The world is a forgotten place where two souls
finally meet up until it ends their pace.
I remember brown eyes so sad and blue skies,
turned to darkness that night. I'm so sick of the fight.
I won't breathe unless you breathe, won't bleed unless you bleed
won't be unless you be, 'til I'm gone and I can sleep.”*