Sunday, September 6, 2015



Who can I look to
When melodies are gone
After all goes wrong
there’s no lyrics or songs

Who can dry my tears
The rest of my years
When sufferings my death
And nothings left

Who will meet me there
In cool morning air
To relieve my soul
As I grow old

And when my strength
gets dull and weak
I’ll look to you
To be my peace