When he comes o when he comes..
Let me lord hold him close..
In the dark nothingness of my arms..
When he looks o when he looks..
Let it be lord the same poetry..
My pens have scribbled n thou books..
When he goes o when he goes..
Let there be lord no footprints...
So that the heart never knows

We were there when humanity..
Basked in the first notes of nature.
We were there when..
The warm rays of sun..
Gave birth to the first flower on earth..
Our history..
Has been written and re written...
Amongst the tragedies..
Of every lover that have roamed the roads..
We were there then..
We are here now...
We will be here forever...
Because...
Love is the mother of all creations..
As well as the destroyer of all...
Love is the first light...love is the last darkness..
Love s everything ...love is nothing..
And lastly...
Love is you and love is me..