Love forwords

If life’s inching towards death,

and if I find your love ain’t true.

I would push each of my seconds

and each of my seconds without you.

The body is annoyed,

The mind is stirred.

The soul is hurt,

Can my breathe at least be a bird?

Set it free,

It wanna live.

Leave it to be,

To bring me the smile you could never give.