Standing on the top of the hill
Holding your palms in my hands
Felling on the glimpses of the thrill
Losing my stress in the sands
Explorer, an explorer of your smile
I've felt everything of your life
I believe I am the soul that you needed
Wrote those things in the poems that you read
I believe everything that you ever believed
I am the grain of the rays that you feel
Always wanted to hide in your skin
I am the theist, don't want to become a sin
Explorer, an explorer of your eyes
I've seen everything that you denied
I believe I am not the past that you hated
And those bad memories which were faded
What? What do you see?
When you close your eyes and take a breath
I see an angel from the world I believed
Sprinkling the dazzle in the spring
Explorer, an explorer of your past
I've explored every part of your downcast
I believe I am the painting you had carved
Carved on the cave walls with the sandblast
In all of my faded dreams
Facing every jot of the gleam
Sent from the angel whom I believed in
Capturing it in every sherd of my foreskin
And I will keep exploring