Out of all the destructive things in the world,
I understood that I shouldn’t beg love.
The mountains are there to protect the mother earth,
Why am I being so kind to the world?
There is no lack of love, as I have it abundantly,
Sometimes, I feel it’s heavier for me to carry.
All my teardrops in the jar of forgiveness,
it has always been me against all the other aspects.
My wings have holes as I could fly out of love,
here I am again whimpering with ashes
of all the sentiments they said was there.