That distressing night
It wasn’t pretty light
But I still wanted to write
Many verses in spite
Raising my voice like a kite
And with all my might

I wrote my rune
To recite it to the moon
During the month of June
That was coming very soon
And needed to be in tune
With my upsetting afternoon

Looking at the stars
While hearing the guitars
I devoured all my chocolate bars
As if they could cure my scars

A tune to the moon
Written by the lagoon
A chant to the starts
To be played by sitars
A hymn to the night
calling for the light

I stare at you from afar,
Like a thief I hide and survey
I wonder how happy you truly are
I muse how devoted you really are
I ponder how you can live like that...

Without a thought I walked away from my hiding place
No longer aware that I may be seen
I get closer to the window that is keeping you away
Looking through and devouring your image
Hating the disguising clothes hiding your exquisite figure

With rebel tears running through my face
I hold my urge to call your name
I’m no longer begging, imploring or pleading
I’m done with all that!

I’m going away
Leaving you in my past
and by no means, coming back

But then again I know I should return
To steal a glance every Thursday at noon
when you are by the window praying to your God
while sending your forbidden love to me

You kept your promise
But I can’t keep mine
The pain and loneliness is unbearable
knowing that we will never be together

You chose your God
I just choose my freedom…

Home, sweet home
All I ever dream for and beyond
Heart pounding, pulse rising
Contentment overwhelming the being

A sense of peace
The wonder of believing
that dreams do come true
The astonishment of seeing
that they really do

Once again I’m a small child
with wide open eyes
sparkling and shining like two stars
on the open sky of my happy face

A free spirit, a dreamer, a believer
Devoid of past and future
Honoring the present
Enjoying the magic jiffy
Counting blessings
Accepting the good

Home, sweet home
It is nice to be home

Tell me; oh tell me my dear
What I want to hear!
Come, come near
Can you see my tear?

Whispers in my ear
Things I don’t want to hear
Truths I fear
Matters that aren’t clear

Stop, stop… please don’t disappear
I will try to be sincere
So please reappear
and tell me all about yesteryear

Why are you too severe?
I’m not acting weird!
I’m full of revere
And not at all insincere

I know you will persevere
Until I’m convinced there isn’t any frontier
Tell me; oh tell me my dear
What I don’t want to hear!
But don’t jeer

I did hear what I fear
I did clear my tear
You have been sincere
but please disappear…