It was my past night
Country people were died
I was in the bay
I see in this site
With a lovely pleasure sight
Of a thousands of likes
with that she shines in her life
Oh! my daughter, Oh! my son
Don't forget me beneath the sun
He made by me, She made by me
Oh! My beauty, oh! My beauty
Where are you, where are you
It's my duty, it's my duty
To be with you, be with you
Do you ken a soul of forlornness and one permeated with strain,
Breathing a life with zot to gain,
Enclosed by shadiness, vanquished with grief.
A life without peace with no one to complaint.
Intimacy means being there just to be there.
Intimacy means listening and not querying questions.
Intimacy means lending your shoulder for someone to cry on.
Intimacy means being convenient around each other in stillness.
If you sense there's nix to do,
If you sense no one's here for you,
Turn your mind and peek at me,
Because by your side, I'll ever be.
I considered that I'd seen a glamour
I considered I'd endorsed grace,
I considered that I'd known love
Until I gazed upon your face.
Before I affront you,
I sense that I couldn't like anyone,
That nothing would be apt to fill the bereft in my heart,
But that all bartered when I clash you.