The depth of these tears are very complicated
When we understand a little, a little more it complicates
We are nothing but a lost sailor with his ship
In the ocean
Who depends on the flow of wind to take a step
Ahead in the ocean
So we cry a little more
Or
Sometimes a little less
We can't control the flow of tears
But somehow we manage to stop them for a little
But when we are again stuck alone like a lost sailor in the ocean
We just follow the flow of the wind
And dor that moment of time when we are alone
We be real.
