The inconsistency of the weather and my fickle mood
Forces me to think about my soul’s supply of Good
Sometimes the only way of my living is an insane desire to die
But usually, I want to reduce myself to you to the end of time
I was sentenced for life because my mom has committed my birth
And over time I realised – my fate is you who ensure my internal growth
The sun shines much brightly, birds sing more pleasing their beautiful songs
When there is this feeling of personal caring and knowing to whom I belong
Your soul’s like a rose in the cage of your extremely rational mind
At times I feel disparity but then I learn you were fair and right
And all your “you shouldn’t” and all my “you can”…
Make me wish to feel the comfort of you once more again.