To someone important,
Whoever that might be
From the past or future,
I welcome you

Will we spend the nights looking at the moon?
And enjoy sunrises with the aroma of coffee or tea?
Listen to the hymn of the winds and its children,
I have those in store, will you accompany me?

Dearie, have I told you,
Your eyes sparkle all the time
Your scent calms me down too—
Bewitching me more and more

Let me hear your chants,
As you deliver your feelings
Let me hear your whimpers
As you become more comfortable with me

I yearn for something so mundane in this world
I dream of reckless freedom,
I dream of you, dearie
You’re someone important; almost on your way to my arms

In my mind, I'm much more
More than I deny
More than they see
But I get caged;

By people who sees themselves as worthy
People who find pleasure in harming others,
Others who just yearns to be themselves
Heart full of desires, a world full of dullness

Words come up to me,
My reflection is now frowning at me
Dusty mask, being painted all the time
Oh, how I wish they'll finally know how to love

Love thyself, more than we should
Embrace the uniqueness, create such warmth
Dance like no one's there, sing your passion,
Be your own home until you're not alone

My eyes are tired
So is this heart
I've talked to Him
I really did

Actions of the Enemy—
It became so loud
Poundering my very being
Blinding me from the light

Walking straight to the end
Pavement—dead end
Eyes wandering
In a dome—closed set

Mirror mirror on the wall
Can't you remove the wrong
Replace what's pleasing to the eyes
Bring relief to this heart of mine

I was made by the Master Potter
I know—every word
I know—it won't ever change
But people, people—

I beg of you
Might as well kneel before you
Your words line up in a cue
And here I'm thinking there's no cure

To such mouth
Nasty—too sharp
Sheering my covers,
My layers, my being

Let time reveal
Is that it?
Show that you can fight
Is that it?

I can't think straight
I can't love myself as of now
Not the way I used to
Let time pass by

And maybe,
Peace will be
In this heart of mine—
Tunnel of a mind