I still remember our best days we had
You made me smile and forget the odds
It wasn't enough but I was glad among lads
It's sad how fast time can past and live in memories


I have lost the grip, but not love and affection I have for you
As I gaze around the coast and want to put the awe and wonder through you
I want to speak your language and touch the hearts with my fingertips



People are subjective, others are objective and lucrative
But truth is absolute, so are you my old lost friend
Your compassion and tenderness, the rhythm and taste are just.

Of all the great songs of victories, fairytales and idioms
In all the beauty and utter riddles of the languages, you still amaze
Poetry, come back to me and at our best and let's glaze!