skimming the crowd,
was I looking for a face
a face that soothes the soul
pretty **** recherché

some while it has been
since last absorbed that face...
face to solace my eyes
pretty **** grace

took long not
for my eyes to get lock on
lock-on on that face
behind which stroke the sun

as I squinted my eyes
all I felt was the beam
which engraved that silhouette on my heart
the silhouette of that face
Pretty recherché

**** that grace...
**** that grace..

Beneath the sky as I stand
Reaching out for the moon
For the moon's love is the strongest
To them stars love the moon
Not getting to touch its love
It still loves them life
For it only feels their light
Feintest sight
Bestow me some of ur patience
For such is the love
Not being able to reach out to them
But still love them life...
So i reach out to the moon......

Shines faintly the sun
The deceitful warmth that runs
Before the clouds took a heavy breath
Sighed deeply to absorb in the rays depth