There is always a space there
Just before they get to us
I'll always belong to myself
and as many times
as someone else will try and take it
Suddenly
I offered you, what was left of me
We will know it
And
We know it
Well
As bhagavad gita's word
Man is made by his belief.
As he believes,
so he
is.
And then
There you are standing
In front of me
I asking you
For
Forever
