Your work you do
With zeal and zest...

Man\'s marathon against,
Time and his ill fate...

Infant day is born as the sun rises,
Up and up wards reaching out...

In your trials and tribulations,
When in fear and in trepidations...

Let us bury our ostrich heads in the dirty sands,
Pretend we do not see and we still hear...

Sweet sunshine,
Wake my head in the morn...

I know volumes before any is spoken,
Telepathic words...

Miles and miles away,
More than a thousand distances away...

A foolish man that i am had Everything,
Only dreamers think of and believers pray for...

We shed clothes that draw boundary,
Four bare hands on bare skin...

Wish i was those twin pillows tonight,
You would have your pretty head against my chest...

I take my mind back when i saw you,
I tear my thoughts away from the last time i had...