I’ve met a person yesterday
someone I’ve known for a year.
We shared our memories and pondered over our fears
In those drunken talks, I discovered a soul
A soul so natural and beautiful.

Even the air between us was drunk that night
It swayed here and there carrying tales dark and bright
Tales buried under layers of flesh
And tales forgotten, on the brink of death

She was happy, she was smiling as the stories came alive
and told me how she carelessly stargazed in the middle of a long drive

I then realized that all of us have songs to croon,
Some arching those lips and some with a sad tune
And in this world of broken vases and wilted flowers
singing is what keeps us alive.