Money is somewhat, like Water.
As it flows, thru Our Hand.
The minute U begin to chase it,
It ends up, in no Man's Land.
Money is somewhat, like Water.
As it passes, thru Our Fingers.
The more We keep working for it,
the more it makes Us Linger.
Money is somewhat, like Water.
When grasped in Our Hands.
The firmer, We begin to hold it.
The more, it Withstands.
Money is somewhat, like Water.
It pours for the Famous and Rich.
For a Guy like Me, chasing it.
I end up, falling in a Ditch.

How many times,
must I fall and stumble?
Before I Kneel down
on one Knee,
in front of
the right one.

Scent of a Woman,
is a Fragrance
to a Man's Soul.

The Ocean with Her Songs and Freedom,
is like a Rose in the Desert Tonight.
The Night with all Her beauteous Wisdom,
is holding the Sky like the Wings of a Kite.
The Moon.......in all its Regal Splendour,
is a Ghost serenading the Dark Skies.
The Clouds are praying for Rain and Thunder.
As Mother Earth moans out hollow Sighs.
I shall wrap, all My Dreams in a White Paper
and carefully tie them, with a Yellow Bow.
Then lay them among the White Lilies,
that lie where the Wild Berries Grow.
Night grows, from the death of the Evening
and carries the Stars beneath Her Wings.
Morning wakes up, to the Dawn of Sunrise 
and Nightingales, are all ready to Sing.