Ten Thousand miles apart I still follow the pleasant
and eerie past
Haunting and wanting it stays
mellowing down its significant days.

Everyday is like the day i had lived
Some for myself and some for Him
Cuz life is more than precious
To bend down and depart.

Boredom strikes me every hour
Killing me and my creativity
Did I want to do this?I ask
For the printed paper is my sacrifice.

Sun rises and sets
Gground dries and wets
Sailing thru time
Still we remain.

Still we remain.
Still we remain.