We didn't need any specific language
To communicate with each other properly
We could speak what very few can
That cannot be achieved by robbery

That knowing look when something
Went wrong or unexpectedly horrible
We could almost hear each other's thoughts
Although our language was inaudible

And those sweet smiles when it was all fine
Without any worries and sadness
They represented pure joy in our language
Which was not coated with madness

Regular people won't understand us
And neither our special language of love
Now, it's extinct, and we can't find out
Why we still cannot get it out of

Our souls which connect us together