In quietness that's loud, the emptiness feels proud,
There wasn't any way in could explain.
staying but with feet in motion,
and waving from the drastic emotions
I gained every nothing from this pouring rain.
In tending of falls, In coming of calls,
wasted in time, was his care indeed.
Could any be better? from this feeling called bitter.
Or just maybe it's the best it can be?
most might just fail,
at the signs of betrayal,
But what is it that we couldn't see?
the most heartfelt trouble,
is the ones piling in rubbles,
yet the reason for breakage is yet to be seen.
Now tell me when will I,
ever find the eye,
of the one who will never leave?