Paint splattered like a mess
A blue rose of mysteriousness
Represents a lass of strangeness
But not showing any lousiness.

Regardless of the tempest that embraces us
Let our branches keep holding together
Let us hear the whistle and be swayed by the wind
And let the love keep binding us forever.

You will never know until you feel it inside
The struggle of battling with self
The war that seems unconquerable
Explodes every vein of our heart.

I'm walking alone along the road of nowhere
Someone who understands is such a needle in a haystack
As I stare on my way, it's no longer the ground I'm walking
It is His Hands that redirect a lost wanderer like me.