Bow infront of the truth that winches with the leaves,
The face that lives on the night street which grieves.
Our roads cross everyday over the ashen of the streetlight,
Only a benevolent smile is how we greet on the east-side.
No sober interaction and what it seems the secrets cross the realm every time,
The thoughts that fought once, hugs now in the silence of our chime.
I wonder why not we talk and be the soul of a unison rhythm!
I wonder can I ever sing and dance below the Rosewood with’em.
Will I ever cross the dilemma and see the world through her eyes?
Every night infront of sleeping Daisies, I wonder will I ever be part of her journey to baptize.
Someday the flowers will die and the trees may sleep forever withered by our hopeless canonical,
And someday I will walk past the light and bestow her with my Restful Chronicle.