Anything that isn’t an imitation
Is doubted and rejected time and again
I’m the only one who can quench your remaining embers
Born with hair like yours
I’m silently untangling with a comb
This life’s intricately intertwined scenery
I gaze across my swaying soup
To the bird nibbling on flowers, a connected profile
If you ignore me, I’ll hurt you
I’m the neglected umbrella left outside the door
Gifted with rare wings
Not using them yet still begging for love
Your omnipotence was my core…my core, ah
Anything that isn’t an imitation
Is doubted and rejected time and again
I’m the only one who can quench your remaining embers
As I knit the cotton, it begins to unravel on my knees
A sorrowfully certain genetic code
I want you to desire it, the fact hidden deep in the drawer
Even a rickety chair lit by moonlight
Provides temporary solace
Yet I…
Though the beautiful sky glimpsed through the keyhole changes with the seasons
My light and darkness was your voice…your voice, ah
The umpteenth winter taught me
There’s no greater love than this
I will take you to the farthest reaches
Holding myself, it’s not too late
Slowly becoming someone who knows love…love…love…love…
Gifted with rare wings
Not using them yet still begging for love
Your omnipotence was my core…my core, ah
Anything that isn’t an imitation
Is doubted and rejected time and again
I’m the only one who can quench your remaining embers