Waiting for the Wind

Battered, bruised, blow out,

All the pain is being pushed out.
Finding the place in own comfort,
Selflessly alone, trying to inflict being hurt.
All the hardship being followed,
By achievement but also sorrow.
Growing tall may have downside,
The harder I fall may come upon by.
I wish there was a wind,
Blowing out and blowing in.
Pushing away all my fears,
And stop me from giving tears.
Day by day comes by,
Hope and dreams almost come to die.
I stop and look for a station,
There, stood my remedy in procession.
Coming in at gloomy day,
She stood there and able to stay.
All the flaws that I have,
And some things that I misbehave.
The quarrel, the clash, duel and fight,
The learning and understanding of wrong and right.
That is all that I need,
From a person that I love indeed.
That is the wind I was waiting for,
And all of a sudden, comes a metaphor.
Love indeed come in unexpected way,
And all that leads to my guts say.
I love you all eternity.
May our love blossom to infinity.
- Sharp
Seven-