I still recall the times when I first met you.
So weak, so young and innocent.
You are strong-headed; pushing and fighting for your love.
At that time I thought it was one of the most heroic thing you do.
The days gone by and you have evolved into a strong,
full character and a beautiful person.

Our days were so happy then
oblivious to the goings of the world behind us.
We traveled the world with no shame and fear at all
because we were together
and with our hands clasped we believed
nothing can come bad between us.

But all so suddenly, you left me in the battle field,
pushed me and scarred me with endless wounds that never heal.
You chose the darkness and put yourself on a pedestal.
You wanted to conquer the world by yourself and forgetting about me.
You left me like a helpless shadow that you even stepped down on.
You chose your own freedom and world.

For many times, you stabbed me with a knife over and over again.
Killing me each time with your flattering wings
who's slapping me violently.
I picked you up still and gave you the light.
I carried you on my broken shoulders
but still you continued to break free.
And again and again you scarred my full body
and my soul with pain beyond compare.

Then I woke up one night;
out of breath, screaming with tears,
and holding my heart
in the palms of my hand
lifeless and not beating.
That gave the sudden death to me!
I might forever love you continuously
but the heart who does is no longer beating
and I no longer owned...