Singing and Singing کے بول

Who are we? Those who are left Are left alone Are we still real When there is no one to see? You don’t seem to see all of me Only what is dark Why must I become the rose That only shows its thorns? Pruning back what I thought I thought was growth Fragile branch, fragile hands My hands Hands that held Mouths that spoke Close I don’t know why I don’t know why I don’t know why You would turn now You would turn away From what we’ve built What was meant to be a shelter Now is just a wall What we once held sacred in our eyes Now is what divides us What defines our separate lives Seeds we planted Watered, tended Try to bloom in dark Desert flowers fully bloom Though no man sees I am not held I am tied to your eyes I can be even when you don’t see I can be even when you don’t see Singing and singing and singing