With words,
With rhymes,
With stories,
With love you came into my life.

The sword of words I chose to fight with the world,
The sword of love you chose to fight with me,
The poison of hate the world chose to drive us apart,
Yet, we’re still fighting battle with ourselves for love and war.

The gun of joy you shot,
The barrel of guilt the world casted upon our heads,
The fear of loving you I carried in my heart,
Yet, we’re still fighting the war for love and hatred.

Both of our hearts found their way,
Our bodies loved each other,
We loved each other,
But people didn’t want us to love,
They slashed their swords and thrashed our little love story into pieces.

I’m locked in the prison of the world,
I’m also locked in the prison of your love,
While you’re there fighting with swords of hatred,
I only have words to play with.

I’m losing you day by day,
I’m freeing myself from this world day by day,
The heart that burned for you,
The body that yearned for you,
Now, only wants freedom,
Freedom of the soul.

I don’t want to fight another war of love,
I don’t want to pick any sword,
I don’t want to live in a world where people battle with you for loving the person you love,
Free me from the shackles of this miserable world and liberate me.