Torn between Winds
The sun goes down over one horizon
It's never torn between two options
Struck to the fear of nothing and silence
But it could never follow its conscience
Blue eyes, green eyes, which pair?
To which shall my heart and soul desire?
To which does my body feel a flare?
To which does my heart beat with fire?
Blue eyes comes with a choir and symphony
His stance straight and his mind bright
They sing like angels so brilliantly
His hand awaits to take me through the night
Green eyes is a one-man show of a solo
Though confident, he is still so meek
His actions speak more than his words aglow
When I'm with him, I finally could speak
Both promise oaths worth much more than gold
Alas, one could not choose the both of them
For a heart could never be halved and sold
Oh God, without at least one what shall I become?