Though
we are...

My young man with a heart of gold
blessed we feel to have you with us...

Heart pains
when sins visit...

At the touch of morning
a soft tune of gentle breeze...

A mother's touch
speaks thousand words of comfort...

Thoughts of you and me
rips my sleep apart driving...

She is the one with an open tender arms
who cures every ache in her embrace...

I find it tough to let you go
but somehow have to...

Clouds gather during this restless night
from a long deep breath sky exhales...

Years of struggle seems far away
as moments bring us close...

I will break free from this sphere
and will not give into my fears...

I hear only your memory
and see those unsaid moments...