In one wrong turn, And one wrong word, We fell through the fallen We fell through depression And in the weirdest session, My feelings start to churn. The room is cold, dark, quiet. The atmosphere was fighting like a riot. With you and me, and no one else, The highs are hanging low. Thats when we were younger, Not knowing any mature, And time was only wasted. Now that we're older. And life just seems proper, We cherish what we have in hold. Now you look in my eyes, As I clear up your cries. Our hearts are the clouds and the skies. I'm dragonfly, you're butterfly. we're the soils and the trees. With eight words left, And one last sentence. You are my mountain, I am your sea.