I am feeling bored So i tore out a page of an old notebook I wanted to pen something thats of worth A part of my imagination, Part reality and half fantasy
Where is Love? so i hae ask myself so many times Does it fall from the skies above? or is it somewhere in the dark and have losts its glow?
Where is the man whom when i close my eyes ...i see Where is this man that epithome the dream ...when i am deep in my sleep Will i ever know the one sweet "Hello" ...thats meant only for me Who can tell me where can he be hiding?
Must i travel far and wide? Till i am beside the someone ...Whom i can mean something to I pray ...Let tommorow be the day I'll see your face.
