The sun rises for me at ten,
Because I never hear the sound of a hen...

The days of childhood were full of fun and joy,
Those were the golden days of enjoy...

Loud words, soft words
Words spilling out joy...

To a man, the death of a bird,
Thereâ??s no meaning in that word...

In amidst of thousands
I heard my name called aloud...

Stories printed in the mind
Pictures painted in thoughts...

Gauging whether it was all in vain
Came rushing to the brink...

I prayed for you before we met,
Not knowing who you'd be...

Too often we don't realize
What we have until it is gone...

Let me be a friend,
I promise you I'll be there till the end...

When we share laughter,
There's twice the fun...

If I could write a poem
I'd write it especially for you...