I was, I was, only to realize I’m still
there is me, there is you. My path. Your path.
They both meet only to realize we are different.
A difference desired by you.
I call, I call, only you couldn’t listen for you think
the world is yours and I’m from the outside
When I say you, believe me.
This and the wind that keeps blowing is mine.
When in deserted streets, I pour. The very best of me, I pour.
Trees lost leaves in seasons like this one.
But if you come, keep and understand yourself for me; the hurt returns to earth.
we become humans again.