The wall was building
Between you and your dear yearning
To see the crisp summer entering your door,
But succeeded the cancer in distressing your soul.
One brick was still left to be placed on the wall
One angel was still crying
And beseeching for its removal.
Alas, you did not believe in me,
Your eyes declined to see.
I was miracle;
When the lights went out in meandering street—
I was about to happen.
I would just be passing by
But you gave in to what your eyes see,
What your progenitors had passed on,
Or what your friends did fear.
You gave up your destiny,
In the name of norms and normality.
