DREAMING YOU UNDERNEATH THE SKY
In this very morning I dreamt of their eyes
While sitting beneath the vacant skies.
Memories are bothering me as if it's gone,
Then the bright sun with a cuddle, shone.
The shore is all devoid, and lonesome.
Though I inviting the seagulls to come.
It is passing the time, a playful time,
Then they become blue in a beautiful crime.
Still in this very morning, I am crying over them.
They weren't able to read the tears of mine,
Now they want but, sleep on the fame.
I am now smiling with a painful shine.
I am pretending to be a fool,
I am pretending to be their
Don't know why they still rule somewhere.
I am pretending to be their,
Dreaming to be her...
