When we grow up

When time goes by,

When the journey etched on your skin with its cruelty,

When we understand:

Lost,always better than,achievements.
Happy,always greater than,freedom.

When we acknowledge:

Apart will not be a final step.

We grow up finally.

Little Emily,

When we grow up,

Don't say goodbye to me,

Just for your skin with the mark of the journey,

Don't speak language in obscurity to me,

Just for avoiding hurting each other.