Brave and strong*
That how I describe her
Her beauty shines
As the morning breeze blows her hair

Her dress sways
Like the graceful grass
And she's as sweet,
As poppies in the field

Holding her parasol
With dignity and beautiful soul
Nothing will ever compare
To her never ending care

I've been walking straight
In this long journey
Holding on to memories
And my set of valuable things
Thinking they will be
Forever with me
But I cannot stop the clock
All these precious things
Could be taken by time

As the sun rises to the east
And sets to the west
I need to accept the fact
That I cannot fight with time
As the days grow old
Things will not be the same
I should treasure everything
The seconds, hours, and days
Passing in my life

When a gun is pointed at you,
you are afraid of the gun,
not the one who
points it
at you.
                                                            ­                    *We aren't afraid of people,
                                                         ­                      but to the thoughts that have
                                                                ­                                            come alive
                                                           ­                                                 into            ­                                                                 ­                               words.

Why should the first line of a story
Be in harmony with the last?
If love was a song, I would rather
Not play the end if it doesn’t match

But the first second of that moment
Was like a prologue in a book
I was eager to explore the pages
With my mind and heart ready for surprises

It is a story of us, or just about me
With great mystery to explore
Confusions and words unknown to us
Set a certain hymns and feels inside

Then questions rushed like this:
What if I face my fears?
What if I venture out of nowhere?
Would you see me?

If I sail over the moon
Can I really find you?
But if the moon doesn’t glow
I will never see a glimpse of you

If I go beyond the mountains
Can I finally reach you?
But if mountains were higher than hopes
I would be forced to quit

If I walk through dark valleys
Can I prove myself to you?
But if I became frightened of possibilities
I would not move from here

If I swim through the clouds
Can you meet me in the air?
But if you are not sure to fly
I will just stay with the sky.

If I force myself to be a flower in the fields
Would you choose and pick me?
But if great flowers exist before me
I would rather stay as a grass.

I closed the book
I looked to the mirror and ask myself
Then I finally became brave to
Accept the fact, the truth

Finally understood that life is still fair
Even if you became a part of my reality
If at least I can see you, I am happy with it
Not expecting that you will see me

If that moment was just a story
Cloudless skies, I dance through it
I will cherish every colour of the rainbows
And I will paint it with wishes and smiles

If that moment was just for a day
Or a dream that can be erased by time
I will brave enough to write it
And keep it up to the end

If that moment was just a story
A story in a book, in a world of sunshine
I will read it again
And fall in love with it all over again