Tears flooding on one’s face
Eyes wet as a summer’s raining day
Thoughts running up and down, but no pace
Love’s absent, to enter there’s no way

Fists and kicks are the only conversation
Shouts and hauling, but no solution
With all that a heart’s the only station,
To record the blood that’s like pollution

Thousand pieces of a broken heart,
Can never be put together
Even a million words
can never change this love’s art
And a man’s words change like weather

Walk away, and these you’ll never experience
Look away, and fists you’ll never experiment