she has many layers rapped around her
you must peel every layer ,
to reach her heart,
don't skip that part,
skipping will tear her apart,
love her every part,
heal her every scar...

i have heard my elders say,
when someone innocent dies,
the earth quivers,
when something unfair happens,
the sky weeps,
a thousand tears,
the graves tremble,
it rain stones,
on the land of earth,
the hell burst fire,
the heaven shed tears,
the birds stop taking flight,
when an innocent dies,
so i am waiting,
standing on the dead bodies,
of my loved ones,
i am waiting for,
the sky to weep,
i am watching,
the men of my nation,
being massacred mercilessly,
i am waiting for,
earth to quiver,
i am hearing,
the screams of my women,
being torn apart by the,
men masked wolves,
i am waiting,
for the graves to tremble,
coz it's all i can do,
waiting is all i can do............

in the book of her past,
she had pages,
she once wished to be tore down,
but now she knows,
without those dark days,
she couldn't have been,
what she is today.......

while they all were busy,
in praising her beauty,
falling for her looks,
admiring her eyes,
proclaiming those rosy cheeks,
he found her,
collecting the bits of herself,
that were tossed by you,
he found her behind the woods of guise,
offered her hand,
and pulled her out,
out of that fake world,
and that has made all the difference

so she stood there,
watching the rays dying,
watching the sun bleeding in yellow and orange,
the moon ready to take it's place,
and at that time,
she realized,
nothing is irreplaceable,
neither the sun,
nor was she.......

he could see,
the fleeting colors,
fading slowly,
the illuminated quivered path,
trailed on the blue water,
and with those rays,
caressing her skin,
he couldn't decide,
what was more breathtaking,
the sunset or she.....

and when she realized,
he didn't deserve her,
not even she,
could stop herself,
from walking away,
for she knew,
he was just a spark,
and she was the whole **** fire