When I go in search of You
In the rain of my tears too.
During walking, talking so
I meet every friend or foe
No left any inn or cave
Each one prisoner and slave
So I am too weak to do
When I go in search of You
At last I find lovely sign
Like a bliss to soul refine
Transparent and sacred You
Reflecting in morning dew
I see you seconds a few
When I go in search of You
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 9:42 AM UTC
When I go in search of You
In the rain of my tears too.
During walking, talking so
I meet every friend or foe
No left any inn or cave
Each one prisoner and slave
So I am too weak to do
When I go in search of You
At last I find lovely sign
Like a bliss to soul refine
Transparent and sacred You
Reflecting in morning dew
I see you seconds a few
When I go in search of You
