Poetry

I gladly accept the blame
So thousands more name
When we go wild from tame
I will gladly accept my fate
Kiss now lady, better late
Than never. Follow my gait
That you may never ponder
Over your loss as we wander
In these places we least know
I have lost my pride and dough
If you decide today not to stay
No regrets, I will let you go
My tears will water your way
With the help of innumerable souls
We will erase the mark of your soles
But if you decide to be with me
My tears of joy shall fill the sea
One day when the truth sets me free
We shall fly wherever you want to be