I will rise with the sun of hope when all is said and done
I will flow with the river of faith wherever I can
I will spin the wheel of desire, and once again burn
I will follow the road of passion, I'll take every turn
I will bear the storms of affection however perilous
listening to the silence of loneliness and shout of jealous
I will let my soul wander for that's how I'll be pious
when my mind finally let's go, when it tires...
I will follow my heart to the end of the road, my feet are willing
until there's no more smithereens for the world to shatter
then fly on the wings of time in search of healing
and maybe I'll find it or not, maybe it doesn't matter...
Maybe that's the purpose of life, to rise and fall
to walk across fields in joy, step on a thorn and howl
to calm after a storm, to find in a stranger a home
no matter the risks and danger, then return to stranger
to give your all and lose everything including your soul
to spin the wheel, to fly and perch... to believe and doubt...
with beautiful dreams to inspire and nightmare to scare
but I will rise with the sun of hope for I'd rather choke than breathe despair...

It's crazy but her smile is the shine I crave
when the mellow orb of dawn hits the sky
her voice the melody I wish was weaved in her chorus
am no gambler yet if she were a risky bet I swear my luck I'd try
since she's a solace that can't be found even in the Pacific waters.
I long for her like a despondent refugee aches for home
her absence is hell, heaven is her presence, she's my calm and storm
the white canvas upon which I want to paint my love
and redefine the plot of my life story, she could be my wife
the missing piece to the puzzle of my 'turmoiled' heart
and definitely an incision deeper than my first cut.
she's the star I look for when the night swallows the sun
when it gets cold the only flames I want to burn
as nothing compares to the warmth she radiates
I treasure her like a baby loves its mother,
I fear losing her like a little child afraid of the dark
she's faith that gets me through, the reason I survive
for in a world flooded with melancholy she's my Ark
I was dead to the world, she came and made me feel alive
she pulled me out of deep doldrums, from a despair so grave...
she must be the one, my infinite sleepover
a purpose for the rest of my life, maybe I was born to love her.