A sorrow couple of days fills my heart with dreams,
It beats with a drum of a thousand jungles,
You own its sticks in which it beats,
Snapping those sticks in half opened a wound in my soul,
I no longer breathe with lungs but with space I live,
I have no heart- Just thoughts of it beating-
I hear its rumble when i sleep,
I feel its warmth when i'm listening to your song,
I am cold and on my own,
Shelter is not needed to keep me warm or dry,
I sit in the rain listening to the beat of the drops on my face,
Remembering your face is no complication,
Remembering your voice is as easy as my first steps,
I can think your thoughts and hear your heart,
Your heart beats with one stick while mine beats with nothing but air,
It is a tunnel of darkness and you are the light in which i approach,
Night covers up my tears and hunger that have overwhelmed me,
Thoughts in my head make me feel as though I have fallen into a race track,
They race faster with every push of your pedal,
Only to be stopped by the beating of the drum,
This will be my last words of sorrow for moving on will be a defender I am willing to tackle,
This is a challenge that I am able to accomplish,
Good-bye sorrow,
Good-bye pain,
Good-bye darkness,
Hello light,
I pay my adieu to the beating of the drum,
Good bye O' loved one.