My world is with you as you hold my hand Kiss my brow, and run in the sand Leave a fresh coin under my pillow Tell me a story so I will swallow My peas and my porridge and my fish and my milk Your hair all around me – a curtain of silk.
Tell me Mama, will you always be there To tuck me to sleep with kisses and care To make me a dress with raindrops and love To sing me a song of the soft feathered dove Tell me tales of wondrous far away lands Make me dolls of cotton with your clever hands.
Take me with you Ma wherever you go You match your quick footsteps to my pace so slow As I watch sun dried leaves spin in the breeze Wander off the stone path into the trees When I grow to be a woman like you We will live in this cottage just us two.
My pal in pain I know what you’re going through, but never forget my mate the chief difference between distance and separation. There, you cry at your home and here, I feel downhearted in mine. Feeling an awkward distance in
call to duty tears him from his family, fighting war he causes not separate him from society he loves best, defending indefensible most times disconnect him from the loved ones maintaining imaginary “peace” elsewhere creates void at home at sea
Through the narrow curves, of street, my mind, walked along the evening breeze; I reached Over the banks of a near-by lake, where I Used to sit in my college-days; with sweet Memories of girls, I loved, I remembered, Sitting