I close my eyes and pray,
To find a new way.
The divine had a final say,
Who laid our path way.
Lord tethered you and me together,
Though you are from another mother.
I breath your oxygen,
Your eyes see my vision.
The road may be rough,
With noise at inane poise.
But thoughts are enough,
To keep us close.
I may acquainte with many,
But you are my crony.
I never feel alone,
You are my blood and bone.
Titanic lost the fight,
Despite its strong might.
Our comradeship will never die,
Even after our final good bye.
-Savio
No comments:
Post a Comment