Many years from now, we will meet once again,
During the season of fall, after years of pain.
And, then, there would not be anyone,
To disturb our tranquility of peace ,
We’ll have a life, we wanted to live,
Not the one, we were forced to breathe.
There will be just us, no space, no time,
A borderless expanse of serenity
A freedom to be, a freedom to become,
A freedom to be our identity.
We would go on to talk all day,
There won’t be any right or wrong,
No hypocrisy, no complications my friend
Our souls, won’t be bind at all.
Once broken into a million pieces,
That day, a flight we would attain,
Maybe as dust, if needed my friend,
We will meet once again.