like a quiet mouse, I stood next to you
I know I am comfortable with you
I know I can be myself
like a quiet mouse, my heart beats steadily
and I finally hear it
that little whisper that I might find myself denying
I wish to be with you
and even if I couldn't have that fulfilled
I will still accept it
I will let it settle quietly
while I set sail to see the world
I will let it settle quietly, like a mouse
deep in the bottom of my heart
I wish to be with you
and when it comes to the breeze that came twirling around my body
those that I believe you bring along, wherever you go
for me to wear adoration on my face
I guess the longer it goes, the lesser I care
I just loved it when you caught me looking, you'd respond with the brightest, most generous smile
whenever we greet
when you held the door even when I was far behind
when you saw me letting go of my tears and came up to talk to me after
when you offered to make cup noodles when I got hungry
when I caught you checking if I noticed
when you came around without saying anything, just seated at the back of me
when we locked our eyes for more than 3 seconds for a goodbye
when you took an awkward selfie of us
when you smiled knowing that I'm taking a photo of you under the sink
when you waited for me on the chair, next to my shoes
when you silly-acted as a king
or heck, when you opened a bottle for me
simply speaking, I'm just grateful to have you around
to have all of these ignited in me
I am well and alive
when confronted with our differences
here I stood in front of a potential mess
I see us not knowing how to move forward, a little helpless
yet I heard what you tried to convey, in each gratitude, verbalised
I heard them all, crystal clear. each of them, I received it with my heart.
we were trail blazers in our own means
paved we went, forward we inch
with tremendous strength, we intend to see it till the end
unwavering
though it wasn't comfortable, I wasn't fearful
we weathered it, and we came out of it
Faith - yes I had it stored.
my faith lies on my purest hopes of how high the ship could soar
with that, I would always have excellence to strive in mind
whilst being in the dark, I couldn't possibly gauge how realistic this task is bound to be unmet from the start
surely we all would know that the captain of the ship had visions to realise
but when the command wasn't given, it got us all waiting, pondering -
the spear of intent didn't appear to be as sharp as imagined
the first staging was open for so many possibilities, through these possibilities we saw a shining star
I wonder, to each of us, what did we exactly grasp from that experience -
and how do we move forward with each better version, amidst running them all with limitations
as I hear your voice through my cans, I hear blood, sweat and tears
I heard how you showed up - imperfect, flawed, yet honest and whole as you are
your essence is embedded in this very space, regardless of what was described above
and there I was, seeing it all - I wonder if this is my actual role in the show
