Being able to stroke your hair
Meeting you,
Bein able to breathe looking at each other
Holding you
I can rest in your arms and cry,
whenever i'm weary .
Im glad
Such a beautiful world like you
were here by my side.
Even in the stormy wind,
and under the shabby roof
The feeling that I'm not alone
Living day by day wearily
finding it hard to survive
Thinking that this is not a
meaningless existence
Because you were always here
by my side,protecting me.
Meeting you,
Being able to cook the meal
that i can share with you.
Meeting you,
And being able to hold your sore hands.
Holding you,
i am able to do things i couldnt do
Im glad
Such a beautiful world like you
were here by my side.
Even in the stormy wind,
and under the shabby roof
The feeling that I'm not alone
Living day by day wearily
finding it hard to survive
Thinking that this is not a
meaningless existence
Because you were always here
by my side,protecting me.
Meeting you,
Being able to stroke your hair
No comments:
Post a Comment