in the winds we flow,
in the clouds we live,
i am a cloud in the sky
and you are the rain I give.
you remain my only one,
in my heart, the only jewel,
you're my lover,
and i'm your fool.

and out of hundred love starved
we live in a tale of woe,
a story incomparable,
except perhaps of juliet and romeo.

why does the world wish to erase
the story of my heart?
love isn't a blemish,
it's art.

in the eyes of the world,
we're a thing for fixation,
but for those familiar with love,
we're a salvation.

perhaps one sided,
it's a delusion of the heart,
but for two beats in symphony,
it's difficult to be apart.
and on what a turn life
has given me a surprise
i am a stranger to myself
now that i've met your eyes.

why does the world wish to erase
the story of my heart?
love isn't a blemish,
it's art.

and I'm yours.
i'm yours till the sky splits,
i'm yours till the sun dies.
i'm yours till the world erupts,
i'm yours till the devil cries.
i'm yours because
i'm the abysmal darkness of the night
and you're the blooming golden day,
the only one with a way out of my plight.
i'm yours because
i'm an aimless nomad
i'm yours because
you're my homeland.

why does the world wish to erase
the story of my heart?
love isn't a blemish,
it's art.