All I can hear is the constant pounding of rain
The wind also follows suit
It just won't stop!
I hope for it to cease
I can't stomach it anymore
I must go to sleep

My sleep disturbed by the incessant whistling of the wind
There seem to be no hope of it winding-up
And the rain, ooh rain
Why won't you go away
The ground saturated and soaking wet
It just can't stomach it any more
The rivers have bust their banks
Houses flooded!
Where do they expect me to go?

They're here but their minds elsewhere
Why leave us with this pain and agony
What did my home have to do with it
My home lie in ruin from the constant interference
Syria, Afghanistan, Iraq, Libya all lay in ruin
Why should the innocent suffer

Perhaps it Karma, the spirits are getting even with us
But, should the people suffer from the poor judgement by the state
Shouldn't we be sorting our mess out and meddle in other people's affair

I just hope this dark cloud and rain will go away and with it will come a brighter future.

It's been 18 years since my last invitation to Paris
Oh Paris, a city that one will marvel to
The city of the deity of love
You haven't loved until you've been to Paris
What an adorable city
I just can't find the best way to describe you

We often long for that moment
That chance encounter
That Paris to act as a catalyst
To reignite our inner passion
To be consumed by our hearts desire

How do we keep the flame burning
The inspiration to seek that we long-for
May be all we require is  a dose Paris
Perhaps it may mend all those hurts
But is it necessary to visit Paris
Can't we just rediscover the romance hidden deep within us
I guess after all we don't require a visit to Paris
We can be whole if we delve deeper within