Avant-Garde.

All I ask

Take me away, in your heart I would stay,

from all the worries, from all the dismay.

Push me away, like a wave across the shore,

from all the pain and the things that I bore.

Make me believe, make me fly,

I'd be fine, with just a bottle of crappy wine.

Show me the meaning of life through your eyes,

all the beauties and all the joy, starting from the sunrise.

I hope I'm not asking for much,

All I could care for is your simple touch.

Let's just runaway, so far away,

Where there are no worries and no pain.

All I ever want, is just for us two to be left to,

do as we want and make our happiness a priority too.

Can't we just fly away, or just walkaway,

from the cruelties of the day?