Friday, July 22, 2011

Song 2

Father, you are the bird that 
sings for me.
Father, you are the one that
designs my melody.


For me your world stands still.
You find me as a treasure.
Even under a 1000, you try
to catch a glimpse of me.


And nothing matters for me,
than this sweet tast of
your presence. 
Nothing matters for me.



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