Hello there, i met the man i want to marry
Yet he desires nothing but to tarry
But i guess i am also not in a hurry
So maybe i should relax and not worry
Again, this is a little bit scary

It was my first marriage
I got into it driving a carriage
Even though there was no clear passage
And i did not get the message
Thats how i got into my first marriage

With all the things i need to compose
Perfect environmental situations and material
Yet my mind has closed its doors
And my heart refuses to speak
They both sit there
Tired and uninspired

The moment they handed me the pencil
I knew, and my mind started working
Gingerly, eagerly and unrestricted
I drew a crooked line about the center
And did not have the sense to stop

It is because i love... that i separate
It is because i hope... that i let go
It is because i desire... that i pray
It is because i fear... that i resist

Out of pain, love will be born

The road to you has been rough
Battered, torn, bruised i have struggled
Battering, tearing, bruising i have stumbled
Yet something deep whispers
One day together we will be

Hundreds of years of Tradition bid me stop
It is the river that flows to the sea
Not the sea to the river
But tradition forgot to teach me
How to contain the sea

So i went to the very spring

I sat against a wall and wept
Then i leaned on the balcony and dreamed
Anticipation turned Impatience turned Despair
But Anticipation nonetheless
Bittersweet anticipation of the unknown\