The Undying Love of an Abandoned Man

When the horizon comes in low vision And a sadden thought comes alone That seems to be a constant reminder Of the truth and that love I can’t own.
Oh, how I wish I could turn back time When your love is pure as honey and lime When I could smell your sweet perfume When I could touch you and feel I’m home.
Now that He stole you away from me I buried my heart no one can see. I poured all my affections in the box of memory And resided it into the deepest sea.
I am not without you, my love and sweet As I now see the world in pure black and gray I long for you and in a poignant way That my hope and dreams slowly die every day.
I know everything happens for a reason But why is it that the pure love has to be played? Fate it is that never fails to manipulate And now it is fate that I always hate.
I want you back, I want you here in my arms For I miss your warmth and our happy times If God will allow a fleeting turn I want you and take my heart upon your return.

Young Man from Lone Mountain

A strong young man from the northern land came to the east
He has all his wealth and all his health put into the risk
He has a big heart, many has known him, he never been gone into a fist
But this time, he will wrestle with fate with chains in both his wrist.

A strong young man from the northern land is strong and just
All he does all the day is to work his brain out in the dust
He will carry his joy and all his pain while he works if he must
But sometimes all he needed was none, except his family's trust.

Now he works not for his dreams, but for others to live
Now he works not for his life, but for others' dreams
He has none now, all exhausted, all tired, he has less to give,
But it doesn't mean he has to stop, although his soul loudly screams.

Never stop young man, I know life is unfair
The end of the tunnel is nowhere yet, but I know there is a lair
Rest if you must, but never quit, cause I know it's just in the air
Time will come, we will be in the snow wearing v…

I want to stop

I guess it is time to tell myself to stop It is the only way to move forward Even though it hurts so bad, Because I know there’s no other way.

Stop is the only word I know that can help To ease the pain and continue living It is the only word that can help To mend this broken heart to keep.

I want to stop because I always hope. I want to stop because I always seek. I always expect and the feeling I share. I want to stop because you don’t care.

Maybe you’re too good for me to handle You are wonderful but you seemed don’t care. I hate myself because I dream of you and me I want to stop because it is a thing you don’t feel and see.

It hurts so bad. It hurts I know and I wanted to stop.

Words for Mamma from a 28 Year old me

Dear Mamma:
How are you? I hope all is well with you. You know, I did not have any more to say until I realize that I am already 28 years old. I realized that I am not getting any younger and so, are you. Growing up, we shared so many things together. In fact, you don’t share most of the time but you give your all to your children. I remember the days when I was just a kid. Those days were full of happiness, at least according to what I saw and feel. You were the joy in our home and you cooked the most delicious meals. You sewed my torn clothes and papa’s. I was looking forward every Sundays because I could finally taste the bread you brought home from the market. During bedtime, you tell timeless tales that you and granny went through in life when you were a kid and that meant an inspiration to me, even up until now. Those were the days and I miss it!
I became a teenager, and everything was completely different. We had a lot of arguments and misunderstandings. I was quite impatient …

The kind of Love I have for you

The sun’s about to bid goodbye But my memory’s a sun that arises I can see you in my dreams clearly The memory of you and me.

Your voice is a music to my ears, The cool breeze that touches my cheeks. Your smile is a sunshine to my eyes That warms the inners of my soul.

Your grin that brings joy to my day, The very grin that delights my heart. Your lips that speak of gold And of the silver truth.

I need not tell you this today No purpose it may seem to you In air I wrote, gone, and fly. But in my heart, the memory I keep.

For the heart always knows what mind can’t contain. It goes deep, it roots, and it sticks. Wherever I go, I will carry you Even when my days and times are through.