He watches them with amused scorn, The tourists with their cameras Factual guide books and audio tours; Collecting his memories as their own Walking from room to room, Trying to sense his presence Capture the essence of his spirit; Ignoring the signs that say Please don’t touch and No photography.
He was a tourist who conquered worlds Risked his life for his souvenirs, Instead of visiting the gift shop For some token piece of plastic crap, Or magnet to put on the fridge door As a reminder when they got the milk, Of adventures they never had; Wishing they could’ve walked In the footsteps of the ghost, Of a tourist.
Keep you in my pocket as a souvenir Join my journey go through the year Sweet melody whispering my ear Trying to stop me holding on the fear Rise those smiles to dry my tear Silly things bring some cheer All i want is keep you near Travel the world but still hear Locked you in this deep memory, my dear
Diamonds in the sky Pearls in the ocean Gold in the soil Precious stone Which can't you be? Young, bright and free
So fine and even, Like the clear day sky Your smile vivacious Like a million fine diamonds, You set the nights ablaze You confidently show, With no bruise from your trials Only you spark a selfless shine
Exclusive and limited edition Heaven's aesthetic design The Porter's only master piece Souvenir to the one who tastes your glory Who could ever escape your reign, Whether in memory, or in fantasy Or in absolute consciousness?
True splendor of all womanhood The only feminine beauty the earth has ever had Prestigious gift from nature's generosity Like the light of the day No one competes with you to shine No one would match even if they tried You're your own time, and your own space For you stand alone, and you stand out
Well of colorful butterflies Spring of all happy colors Architect of the rainbow All your shades allure All from your core Perfect inside out The colour of your heart