Two hands like an ocean,
Waving relentlessly,
gouting from my eyes,
falling endlessly.
The one who held my hand
Whom I can't understand
They've left this place for good
If I just understood
The one who lets respire
Whom I'll never admire
They let me burn, a fire
feeds on your cold desire.
They were the eyes in the dark
The blade that had left a mark
Beautiful company
of serious subtlety.
The one who tried to take a life
The one who held the hand, a knife
If they had taken it away,
I am sure you would have stayed.
Although I miss them every day,
I miss you more on our midway.
Just try to spare a smile for me,
Even if I shall never see.
