we're tired of the ways of the world,
and listen to what our heart says..
we elope to that hill we dream of, together.
we build a home of straw,
walk around the greens,
pluck fruits, lit bonfires,
all just enough for us.
and then there'll be a day
when lightning would struck me
or a snake would bite you
and the world would teach its children..
look what the fools did to themselves!
madness kills, life is in the balance.
but how are they to know of the feeling
that we share, my love
when we are our own world,
secure in our thoughts, free from fear..
and what would the preachy world learn
of the beauty of life, that's not about existing,
but about living..?