The person across the street
I never really meet such elite
I pass around the neighbors greetings
But she is the one who gets the sweets
I walk over to her with lots of treats
But never can finish the incomplete
Next day will try again
All that we can do is to repeat
While we try to fix the offbeat
We have tried but failed
Will it ever be
Complete

I abroad the van ready for a journey
Starring out the windows on the van ride
Watching that cruel harsh lonely birdie
It roams around the pleasing outside
As the bird was very much in a hurry
Punishing the enemy on the other side
Never once did the bird feel mercy
While watching the enemy say bye
The ending of the journey had approached
Not ever going to forget the birdie pride

The stars glistened
As if the world started all over
I reached for the distance
Never able to recover
The appealing sound trying to listen
Something wrong now and forever
Trying to get rid of myself the imprisoned

Dad you were there when I was born
You helped me when it was worth
You let me experience much and so fourth
Also very extroverted even when I was thorn
Always am I your most cared about concern
Never once you doubted my desire
For that you will forever be my admire
Now to ever you will inspire
As you have done to me
Happy Father's Day