I wanna walk, step by step with you.
I wanna hold your hands side by side to you.
But my one is your four.
And my hands barely reach the shore.
I will make my one down to two,
Can you make your four meet me, too?
And only the steps we take
will be the magic we bake.
And only the hands we hold,
will create the moments we fold.
Do words really matter?,
when the silence is all I want.
Not the one when hearts faints.
But the only when soul mates.
Not the one when voices blocked,
But the only when lips locked.
Not the one when entanglement sucks,
But when the lonely flourishes flocks.
My words seems stuck to commute.
But silence can move you,
even when it’s mute.