Once Upon A Time

Once upon a time

While playing with You my Lord,

I desired to climb on a tree

I desired to have my own fruit,

I desired to be free!

You smiled and rushed taking my hand,

I jumped up and down climbing

On the tree made of sand

After working so hard I got one fruit

But being engrossed in my lonely play,

I didn't offer it to You!

And all You could say,

In heartbreaking dismay,

"How could you forget me?

We were so close!

Look, I don't want your fruit,

What I need is love,

And you forgot that, my love!

What can I do, to get you back?

You seem so so out of track!

You seem to be happy with mud,

Fine, if this is what you need I'll give that to you,

But listen as I speak Oh beloved!

I'll always hold your hand,

Waiting just by the side,

Waiting to see your eyes meeting mine,

Waiting for you to call me mine!

Waiting…waiting…waiting for a long long time,

Just for you to remember me once again."

But oh shameless me!

I continued to eat

I continued to suffer

Forgetting that hand,

Forgetting that smile,

Forgetting that mesmerizing divine dance,

Forgetting all about my bright light,

All I did was try to find a drop,

All I did was selfishly eat the fruit that was dropped.

But now I've known Your golden sweet heart,

I can see Your wide smile,

Now that I'm starting to turn again,

Now I remember what You last said,

"Forget me  for years and years to come,

I'll keep calling Your name,

I'll never forget You,

I can never forget You,

Even if you do the same!"

Oh how anxious You might have had been,

After seeing me suffer all the while,

After seeing the burns and cuts on my arms,

But now I'm embarrassed

For I cannot return back the time,

Even though sarcastically time was always here,

For I cannot reverse my mistake,

For I cannot make You stop Your years and years of wait!

Oh how unfortunate I am!

For so many millions of years

I've made You wait

On this tree made of mud!

Now that I have realized my mistake,

For Your anxiety, I'm to blame,

But You are still here, holding hand,

Oh Your hand so divine!

Waiting for me to turn to You,

Being embarrassed,

Now how can I call You mine?