Bide One's Time

In his knees he ask for one last dance,

for one last touch of our hands,

for one last hug and for one last kissed that we had.

We danced under the moonlit night, where fireflies were the only one who gave us light.

Touch of our hands make me frail, our one last hug that makes me debilitated, and for our one last kiss that makes me cry.

Tonight, I'll hold you tight, Tomorrow I'll pretend to put all behind me and wake up to find that I know how to let you go.