San,
It's alright.
I am alright.
I have a perfect life.
The love of my life,
Well, they have everything
I never knew I needed.
So San,
It's alright.
I don't mind not having a new you.
I got them by my side,
And you're there sending signs
That you watch,
That you worry,
That you care,
And still cheering
For my good times.
San, it is alright.
We talked on Facebook, your Mom and I,
We got it.
It's alright,
San.
The Tale of Giving and Accepting
Some of us
Were talking about the art of letting go
Whenever we witnessed the rain
The tale of heavy clouds and the falling drops
Some of us
We drawn to the gloom
That served the broken hearted
We're so focused to the things in the sky
That we forgot the amount of rainfall
The earth is willing to accept
Some of us
We learnt her wisdom
And understand that sometimes
Mother earth is tired of tolerating
Therefore flooded housing is a regular
Some of us
We mastered the lesson
And trying to ask less
Because if there are more of poetic dance
About rain and the earth
Is that they keep giving and accepting
Until one of them
Is no longer contain the water