Can I weep a little?
For my heart is not at ease now,
maybe because I'm lost
in one of the trails of autumn,
with five sips of water
and three bites of food,
walking barefoot on frost.
Dark trees and winds are singing ugly,
ain't helping me rest.
But I have the wonders
of stars in the worst.
Oh, dear tiny fellas!
Let me hold the dew in my eyes,
till the darkness will last -
as I know, it'll sparkle
on the other side of the mist,
it'll sparkle the dignity of my soul.
The envelope within my heart,
holding my promises for so long -
I'll open it.
I'll let the held dew flow,
I'll let the carved verses fly,
as it served its best
to take me to destined.
But all that mattered the most
were the trails I walked...
Maybe then, I'll weep a little.