in the city is a maze
where two lovers meet
in their dreams and daze
secrets hide beneath linen sheets

a kiss on the cheek
and two hands intertwined
two souls found solace
they never thought they'd find

and it's the kind of love
that's quiet and profound
they don't need much
but for one another to be around

i spent my childhood
with a conch shell in hand,
i'd be near the sea
even on land

for when i'd press
it to my ear
i'd hear the ocean
loud and clear

and that's when i realised:
i could have the world in my hands
if i believed enough
i could get to distant lands

Wait for the sunrise,
Be ready for the fog,
Have patience to pass the night

i've always wondered:
how did a pretty soul like yours
grow in the confines of concrete walls?
are you sure you did not grow
under the kind light of the sun,
amidst fields in the breeze?
are you sure you did not grow
among the sea under blue skies?
are you sure you grew up
being mistreated for the way you looked?
are you sure you spent your youth,
working all too hard from dusk to dawn?
are you sure you were not trampled on
by the world and all its cheaters?

how could you, such a pretty soul,
have grown with all you have endured?

you've had a long day,
you are bone-tired,
your heart has been emptied
of its feelings,
your mind has thought
all it could ever think,
your soul is no longer glimmering
like the stars overhead.

so darling
tuck yourself into bed,
exhale the weight you carry in your chest,
close your eyes...
*rest well,
sleep easy.

i once tried to catch a shooting star
i saw it from afar as it came closer,
i prepared to jump and catch it with all my might
and i was too late:
i held on to its tail
and i wasn't strong enough,
it slipped from my fingertips
like a dream that ends at dawn

and that's when i realized:
some dreams just aren't meant to be—
but that's no reason to stop me
from waiting for other shooting stars to pass by

pick yourself up
after dark times, fighter
life's still got a lot to give
and things get brighter