Or maybe not tomorrow,
But someday I will surely get a way out,
Of my sorrows!
Not likely to hold on to you,
But I can't even let you go in any morrow,
My whole life might just be a burden on me,
But my love for you was something I didn't borrow!
And I know it was meant to be the way it happened,
I could see my fortune running away in a barrow,
Though I kept clinging to you,
But my chances to end up with you were narrow!
Maybe the day I await may never arrive;
Lifeless and suffocated I may not survive,
Long live the love and the lovers who succeed,
But maybe my kind of love stories are born to strive!