I'm not single,
Taken away,
by the best winds.
But, this still, what is it?
a relationship is not what I have,
it's not supposed to exist.
So, here's a note,
one I'll keep.
To remind me,
of your ego.
O', why would you say such things?
about another human,
what are we now?
Might as well tear your own flesh off,
provoking your daughter to cry.
The one I love.
So this here,
this is my creed.
What I believe.
Afraid of letting her go?
well, you threw her away,
why does she love me?
Because, I listen to her,
and I yearn for her words,
she's not a silent mute.
In all fact,
she says and speaks,
of everything that she has seen.
Sometimes in the middle of the night,
she sings to herself,
to feel like meaningful words are at least said,
inside her four walls.
Confined in a room,
the way freedom exists.
She's lives past my high expectations,
surprises me when I least expect,
loves me through everything.
Everything dies,
everything except us.
