Truth Is...

Truth is We build relations in the air Shattered by the sudden gust On a half-winged flight Or We build relations in the sand Engulfed by the twisting dust On a desert land Or We build relations in the water Devoured by the hungry waves On a high-tide night We cry, we mourn Our loss itches in our throat Hard to swallow down or spit out Till one day, out of nowhere Pain is gone, we realize In our heart, a life is born That is stronger than the loss We survive, as though a miracle The gusts and the tides