The stacks and stacks of work aside
Forget the joy that games provide...

How are you doing after all these years
has the sands of time dried up your tears...

Its the second day without her face
For she has gone without a trace...

I sip my coffee on this night at two
closing my eyes would make me dream of you...

So many eyes and foreign faces
all the time in all these places...

Joy, some say it comes with money
others, its derived from love...

Why must love turn into fear
A curious heart and a sea of tears...

Seventeen was the age that we first met
Facing the challenges that we both had...

A picture i keep within my heart
the pride in me that never departs...

Did the birds begin to sing their song
when i saw you that day...

Back to bed with you by my side
bringing back to me my strength and pride...

A meet of friends and shake of hands
in all the clothes that set the trends...