That those days were peace-less
Is enough torrents to those tears
That those eyes have seen woes
Is enough to have this story told
While you were there on sandpit
I was here drifting on the streets
While you're phobic on dark nights
I was busy thumbing my timeline
The onions i mashed to your eyes
Were enough to brew you salads
But i did know too much to know
There's no home away from home
Now, i am back from august land
And i still meet you with the fears
But i shall bite every flesh i wear
Bitterly while i wipe those tears.
I shall climb over your torn wall
With the returns of my lost love
I shall mourn those cries you bear
For it ends while i wipe those tears.
Mother; I shall wipe those tears.