With a whirlwind hurry
I was made want to scurry
To be in such a rush
When I saw her I had to hush
Soft and gentle hair
I knew I couldn't dare
With all the work on my plate
It put me in a reserved state
Maybe one day I'll be ready
And my voice will continue steady
Even if my circumstance is pressed
I will seek her proving my best
And as it was on such a night
Only the future will be more bright
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
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