
The morning which comes,
Is the morning which we live.
The morning which plays
Stays on to be
The morning is God’s own resemblence of things yet
Lord struggles to maintain his Lordship.
Adios!

The morning which comes,
Is the morning which we live.
The morning which plays
Stays on to be
The morning is God’s own resemblence of things yet
Lord struggles to maintain his Lordship.
Adios!

Happy time is to live,
To write,
To eat,
To be jovial
And in times of need do laugh aloud.
Happy times is a time to be unique and truthful as being happy does bring many gifts which remain forever.
Adios!

Hi to the morning scent,
To the morning light,
To the beautiful night which won’t say goodbye,
To the Lord,
Who is and will be.
Ain’t it fine?
Adios!

Existing is a big task,
For things are quite tough than they seem to be.
Existing is love,
For love requires sacrifice which very few can think of.
Existing becomes more tougher when God plays blindsport to all the things going around.
Adios!

Around the thoughts,
Which go with the soul,
To think beautifully,
Uniquely and happily.
The thoughts which are true will be.
Adios!