sitting
under the
big old tree
thinkin'
about
you

smiling to me
I'm holding
to you
and I'm
just
daydreaming
to
you

My head is still sleeping
My eyes a bit teary
My body is a bit slowly
I'm feeling cloudly
My breath is whispering
I'm to lazy its no Sunday
but it's Monday

I'm in my bed
under my sheet
pillow in my chest
the aircon is On
the window i close
I'm to lazy
its lazy Sunday but it's Monday

The Sun is fading,
the moon is shinning
I'm  still wondering
are you looking?
or I'm just missin'
The wind is whispering
telling you're there standing
and still waiting

It's hard to fight in a battle that no one have seen
It's a battle between you and your mind
Between what's right and what's wrong
Between darkness and light
How could you still fight, if right in front of your eyes,
Is the thing you scared the most
It is something you fear
It whisper to your ear the most hopeless word
By then the most hurtful drops fell from the sky
A voice that come out in your lips
It was the loudest sound
You look around
Just to realize the most loudest is the most quiet voice.

you told me  to sing
cause its what  i love
you told me to write
cause i love the tale
you told me to dance
to our un-choreography move
you told me to draw
cause i love to scratch
you told me to play
cause i just love the game
you told me to dress
because i love to show
you told me to smile
cause it just makes me shine
you told me to trust
cause you say you won't break it for sure
you told me to love
cause i deserve it all
you ask me to be yours
are you even sure?
and if its a yes
then is a yes.