What is this battle we are fighting with ourselves
We end up starting a war, with everyone else
There was a time when our spirits roamed so free
Together as the stars aligned, endearment naturally
Will we ever find, the fine line in between
This peace and serenity, between our hearts deep inside
The wind blows so elegantly, at last I can see the light
One last thought and one last breath
Before I close my eyes and go
What's the use of feeding this sort of need
Your moments fulfilled, and that is all you will see
I let nature take its toll one calls suffering
Like a bite from the apple, from that old tree
One of many choices
Go and pick your poison
One of many choices
All up to you