Side by side on a coach they rode,
they laughed, they fought.
As the bus moved along,
life seemed a beautiful song.
By the corner of the old street,
an old seer sat,
a beggar’s bowl lay at his feet,
his only possession was a weaved mat.
The train pulled away from the station,
it’s chiming sound fading in a distance.
She stood on the platform wiping her tears,
holding back her innermost fears.
A relic from the past,
preserved in a stony cast,
reveals a long lost story,
a tale habitually gory.
It was a calm moonless night,
I walked home with her,
it was like a romantic ride,
I wrapped my arms tightly around her,