The bravest thing I ever did
Was continue my life, when I wanted to die
My mind would tell me things that were stupid
Things that I couldnt look you in the eye
And tell you without being ashamed
I remember smiling with each lie
And laughing, because if they ever found out
I'm the only one to be rightfully blamed
I used to sit in the dark, sulking and pouting
I used to hate myself
My mind would go to the worst
But I'm glad to say that today 
I'll be the first
To say that not tomorrow, or even the next day
Am I leaving you now
So, smile ok? 
Especially, if you're believing me now.

Green, red, red and green
Bangle, jiggle, twinkle and sheen
Rush and tumble, hurry and pay
Have they are all forgotten
What the point is this day?

Rushing past the man on the street
He who is huddled with nothing to eat
Sitting so quiet, tryin’ to keep warm
As he tucks in his legs away from the swarm

Blue day, Black day, black and blue
Green paper flying, silver coins too
White snow flying resistance of few
A man disappeared under the snow as it flew

Green, red, red and green
Bangle, jiggle, twinkle and sheen
Rush and tumble, hurry and pay
Have they are all forgotten
What the point is this day?

Presents and wrapping, bangles and bows
Shiver and shaking, shoes with no toes

Deep is the color of ice
As it builds and grows
The warm red of the days gone by
Grey, hardening the color of steel
White where the time has lingered
Shutting out
All that we feel
Yellow as the sun shone upon it
Feelings strong and so real
It jags to the left
Then sharp to the right
Not able to decide
Which way to grow
Freezing harder in the night
As darkness hides the warmth from its face
It grows
Harder
And colder
In this love lost place

A small finger traces the outline of your body
Memorizing each bump on your skin
Eyes closing
Lost somewhere in only the touch of you
Smiling
Not allowing years of hidden yearnings
To gush and flow without control
A tear leaks from the corner of a grateful soul

Lust moves easy mind roams crazy
What you like you want to own
Past turns of years when limbs lazy
Only then find love full grown.

Unripened age when turns new page
Lovelorn young minds be must
It’s only when the seasons age
You find in love true trust.

It’s made that way we have no say
Though love is summer born
It strongly holds till winter stays
Breaks not when trouble torn.

Can’t define how made like this
It takes years to own
The richest wine and the perfect bliss
Of love with time full grown!