Where did that sink ? Your love ?
Somewhere its hidden inside you , thinking about you;
You don’t realize , you’re tired;
Your dry mouth , dry eyes ‘re constantly whispering
That you forgot yourself,
That today is the day to find that love ,
that lost love for you;
Your soul is still calm, waiting patiently there;
Today is the day to find some love for you;
Your brown eyes need a piece of blue sky,
Your pale skin wants to touch a raw green grass field ;
Your fingers want to rest;
sitting there, stretching out , they say:
“Today is Friday; Dear Love ,give us a break!”
A Journey Called Life ... 