Drunk and staggering I turn towards home
The meaning of life seem so small
The meaning of love seems so dominant.
The tears seem irrelevant
The loneliness seems haunting.
Between all these, my thoughts turn towards you,
Why it is you, I have no idea
May be it’s the way you make me smile
Or may be the way you make me hope
May be it’s the way my arms seem empty without you
Or the way my heart seem to rehearse every song
That my lips tremble to sing.
Is wine my refuge now and darkness my friend?
Do I stumble on life to fall and never rise?
I dare not, my fair lady will return
Expecting much more than what I have become.
Thus I shake away the drowsiness and avoid a pothole
And I push my self closer to home
With a little will to live, for the day of union.
Drunk and staggering I finally reached home
The meaning of life still so small
The meaning of love still so dominant.
But now I have promises renewed
Tomorrow, I will be a better man.
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