I Would Be A Gentle Breeze For You

If I were a stream,

I would flow to all parts of your heart to ease you.

If I were a nightingale,

I would sing a sweet song for you every day and night.

If I were even a glass of poison,

I would try to be a cup of sweet tea for you.

If I were shoulders,

I would always be ready for you to lean on.

If I were given a chance to think so,

I would think and say so in my dream.

If I were a bird,

I would fly across the open fields for a minute.

If I were a star,

I would light up the heavy hearts in the jungle of despair.

If I were a distance-runner,

I would run out of this so-called good way for a second.

If I were a child,

I would cry out for a while with no hope for anything.

If I were a singer,

I would console myself with my melody.

If I were a pen,

I would write down all I see and feel in my life.

If I were a tear-drop,

I would try to pour down to reduce your stress.

If I were in despair,

I would pine for you.

If I were in such and such mood,

I would be mocked at and satirized in many ways.

Anyhow,

Even If I were a violent thunderstorm,

I would try to be a gentle breeze for your breath.