His mortal self returned from the war.
His promise kept a true nobleman...

Saw his teacher walk in.
Expectantly he stood there...

Holding on to my hand in a death grip,
The first day of Kindergarten...

Why should I keep my vow?
Death do us part...

Out on the lawn lazing in my arm chair,
Sipping the first cup of tea on a dewy November...

Your head is bowed in reverence
You touch my feet and worship...

Impartial
droplets leave their heavenly abode...

Oh I am so good at paper craft!
Just give me some glue and paper...

My man whom I completely trust
To take care of me in all trials...

Why am I born with brains?
Is it just a container, to store data of life's...

You are now lost to me!
And yet I am back to the grind...

Ahoy ahoy, how does the whistle of the steamer...
Tu -Tut, Tu -Tut, the steamer blows while she goes...