If

If the wind could just strike its wand and bring my wishes for you, day by day through its wings, through its force through its strength, through its sounds to part your hair slightly to hush your teary cheeks to flutter your eyebrows without your knowing And let your heart synchronously beat to where it comes from, where it goes though its beginning is not assigned and its end is not defined Then, I would be glad to bring the spell right there to where you are from where I am.. If you were for me to give up, what shall I be? I shall be like a tree without its branches A flower without its fragrance A sunset without it fiery red skies I am a driftwood in the laborious swagging of water Its direction is everywhere floating and surging aimlessly Then,what more are the reasons to admire my breathing to be grateful of my waking in the morning to wonder my senses to feel For everyday is an ordeal, as if death is lurking my shadow.. If I could let you hear my longings Then I can paint my destiny with you You are a work of art when one is glued to take a look not just once but twice or moreover as if to fathom the secret Yet, the story is not visible to the naked eye for only you can unlock it only I, can heighten it Only then, our souls may rest on this dilapidated canvas.. If I could only hold you in the cup of my hands Its warmth will nourish you and let you thrive from fear of your youth, from the guilt of disgrace I know you will struggle and look straight to my pleading eyes Confidently take your flight, to discover how to be alive without me to take your stand.. If you were to walk in a road with no route Take me to be your company for I will teach you where to begin, and visibly lay the way for you The distance may be far and endless And the overgrowth along the way can be far inspiring Take no heed of them, for even the night can't block you out..