Read it slowww-lyy, Here I am loneee-lyy, Writing a song for my mother Mom. Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Beautiful days, dull sunrays, The time is fleeting like tides and waves. Far from home, living alone, Writing a song for my mother mom! Read it slow-ley, Here I am lon-ley, Sitting in a park, writing in the dark, Pouring my pain, in search to become happy again She likes to cook, I love to write book She does it for me, I do it for her. Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Over the land, near the bank, She thinks of me and I think of her, We are together bound, But time turned our lives all around with a lamenting sound. Read it slowly; my mother mom is lovely. She sleeps there in the wintry nights And I in the summer cries, Waiting for the day we meet again And I will be happy again.
In those corners of your eyes my darkness prevades I wish all the doors gets locked from inside Why does our western gleam fades in twilight shades And still you’re searching for me in pale moonlight The night never brings
My Pearl of Inestimable Value Out from its obscurity in this Silence Dawn, emerged an invisible Cruelty, gabbed in terminal robe; Stealthily descended upon this blissful abode: the habitation of ‘My Pearl of Inestimable Value’ With its fangs snarling in
I am terribly shocked and remorseful My sister, can’t help than weeping at your ill-fate Transcending self to a passive onlooker Or to the role of an unmindful passenger With torn heart, tied hands, and bleeding eyes All finding acutely
My heart loves you Was it not some time ago, My heart was like a rock? An impenetrable fortress, With steep cliffs at its side, A distance land, Far away, From where no ordinary soul, Would dare to reside? I