SOMEDAY
Someday, we shall be together
Holding hands in the wind
Someday, there will be forever
Times for happiness to descend
With hope, laughter has meaning
With love hope finds a way
Time passes like a breeze of feelings
That has come over to stay
Distance is a fragment of passion
Roads are built to be crossed
Paths are made to be walked in
To go through each passing day
Years are there to be counted
As we grow old and fall apart
Age is an obsession of harrows
Of struggles that we face every day
You fill me with joy and sadness
For they must both be there
You always add that bit in my life
Even when you are so far away
17/3/2008
10:00 pm
Kuwait
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