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

From different roots to the same troubled river
Sweet at heart but a terrible kisser...

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

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

The creative light with a dimming glow
is frozen stiff by the icy snow...

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

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

Looking at the back of my wrist
The minute hand strikes half past two...

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

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

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

My sun sets down
the rise of frowns...