If not for anything,
We look kind of the same,
We wore kind of the same outfit;
Much that we both could imaged,
That we still breathe within those sleeves.
Those walls we only built with our hearts.
Wonders of the world we have seen,
All this years with our own eyes,
Coldness of the wave we have shared,
And numerous of times we have been broken doing nothing but just,
Just down barefooted gazing at our scars,
Like a portrait covered with the sand of love.
Silence, in outer silence within our heart,
We have always been moving,
Moving slowly with our thoughts,
Traveling as calm and quite,
As a flame burning the weeds on this land we call home love.