And I'll still be here,
drifting with the ocean waves,
watching birds brewing storms,
painting this heartache dawn with
hypnotic charms.
A letter in a floating bottle,
dwelled with words I couldn't say,
If I fall tonight, I won't be dismayed,
for in lost time and in befallen faith,
I sing this hym of love and
some hypnotic bands will play,
A muse tranquility of sorrows
intoxicating my heart at downtown bar in Bombay.