I could be the chilly wind to caress your skin gently in the morning
I could be the mellow rain to soften your well-being
I could be a therapist just so you can take refuge under my healing
And I could be the crying shoulder to comfort you when anxiety keeps ringing
We're so close yet so far
Like strangers in a bar
My bare feet bleeding on a path with debris of a broken jar
I kept treading although this would leave me copious amount of scar