If I could trade tomorrow for just one day to see you again, I’d rather close my eyes with you and never see the sun.
You hold the wheel to people’s happiness but no one held the break for you,
how ironic it would be when the flower that gives joy is slowly withering inside without being seen.
How could you obstruct yourself to make no flaws; to build people while you are breaking?
Your eyes know the darkness you are keeping but your mouth utter good words.
They don’t understand but now they do – how to listen when there’s nothing for them to hear.
You just need a rest, not to traverse away,
my friend you’ve gone through hell and now you’re free.
Those bloody rose that keeps you enchained is just another breakable string for you.
I’m sorry if you have nowhere to park, now the sound of silence you made is now heard.
You let go of the steering wheel but you keep on driving,
See you again my friend,
this world is never meant for you in this timeframe,
in another lifetime, there’d be no traffic for us – just a never ending road.
We’ll drive back to our roots, rise and until our limbs grow taller, we’ll learn how to drive again.