With you...why?

Why did I see the beauty

of the souring sea, with you?

Why did I see the blueness

of the sky, with you?

Why was I not scared

of the world ,with you?

Why was I sound asleep

on a strong shoulder, with you?

And one day when I opened my eyes,

I saw you were gone,

I so want to go back in time,

When I was born.

Was it some black magic?

Or was I under a spell?

I was still hoping you would,

Yourself come and tell.

But I know what you did;

is not you but a coward inside,

But just for once find time and stand,

In front of a mirror.

As it will tell you what cowards look like!