Truth be told, when it rains you’re bound to get wet,
And there’ll remain not a trace of those labouring sweat.
As this blazing sun pinches my eye,
Renders a blast of glare; blinding me from all obviousness.
Our castle we’ve adorned with the prettiest,
And tuned it right up to the minutest details
And I hugged you tight by the shore, admiring our castle,
Little knows to us, that it was built on wet foundations.
‘Tell me what happened’, this crippled heart crawled out of bed,
Gazing towards the open field; the once perfect life,
Now bears scratches and scars, victim of its ruthless path.
Flooding the sea, with unsinkable boats of overpowering emotion.