My soul, there is a country
  Far beyond the stars,
Where stands a wingèd sentry
  All skilful in the wars:
There, above noise and danger,
  Sweet Peace sits crown’d with smiles,
And One born in a manger
  Commands the beauteous files.
He is thy gracious Friend,
  And—O my soul, awake!—
Did in pure love descend
  To die here for thy sake.
If thou canst get but thither,
  There grows the flower of Peace,
The Rose that cannot wither,
  Thy fortress, and thy ease.
Leave then thy foolish ranges;
  For none can thee secure
But One who never changes—
  Thy God, thy life, thy cure.

I invited you for dinner,
but you got me down.
told me you have a trip tomorrow,
with your friends at downtown,

Seemingly convinced,
walked away heads down,
teared the mighty plans,
Head filled with frown.

I told myself, It's not my day,
As I kick some stones along my way.
As my mind flee, out of sadness,
I gave my last look and then I witnessed:

1. Your hand's holding a some guy's hand
2. Walking fast, left where you stand
3. In to your house, Silhouette's on window
4. A tight hug, with the man that's beard-o.

In my mind, again I counted,
turned my back, my mind was haunted.
thinking; You and that macho man looks weird.
I am now thinking.. of growing my own beard.