This morning I woke up with the quarrel of these two birds,
Chirping the hell out of their beaks,
Yelling at each other in a definite way,
And I sat here alone in the corner,
Watching the scenery of the dead romance,
The sound was poking my ear drums,
The two fighting over the things that never happened,
Or happened for a cause,
Who am I to judge,who am I to bother?
The nest of the dry grass burning in their flames of rage,
And the only egg in the nest start to crack up,
The heat between the two started a new life,
And the same heat ending another one..
