As I remember the times we spend besides the lake,
I just wonder, was it love or was the feeling fake?
The fun rides, beach blues and the lush garden greens,
Without you around everything is not just seen.
Giving up everything, just for your sake,
Is there anything, that you forgot to take?
Waiting up all the time besides the phone to ring,
Catching to the tunes of the songs we sing.
As my heart breaks, I try to fall asleep,
But still all our memories make me flip.
With everyday, the feeling for you gets tender,
And every moment, makes my love grow stronger.
I really couldn't stand the pressure or the pain,
Not talking to or not seeing you, makes me go insane.
I really wished, I felt that we were still one,
do you remember, all the laughter and the fun?
Sharing my love to someone else is not my case,
So I hide my broken heart beneath a laughing face.
Just like it
Kon-Tiki: Name of the GOD for native people from Polynesian islands. Thor Heyerdahl, Norwegian explorer named the raft Kon-Tiki, which he used for his expedition across Pacific Ocean from South America to the Polynesian islands. His purpose of this expedition was to show that South Americans could have settled in pre-Columbian times using material & technologies available at that time. In my blog, I intend traverse the journey of connecting dots in the past & present. Reference: wiki
Thursday, August 26, 2004
Fathers are wonderful people
This is something I read somewhere..... n I really do Appreciate it
Fathers are Wonderful People
Fathers are wonderful peopleToo little understood,
And we do not sing their praisesAs often as we should...
For, somehow, Father seems to beThe man who pays the bills,
While Mother binds up little hurtsAnd nurses all our ills...
And Father struggles dailyTo live up to "HIS IMAGE"As protector
and providerAnd "hero or the scrimmage"...
And perhaps that is the reasonWe sometimes get the notion,
That Fathers are not subjectTo the thing we call emotion,
But if you look inside Dad's heart,
Where no one else can seeYou'll find
he's sentimentalAnd as "soft" as he can be...
But he's so busy every dayIn the grueling race of life,
He leaves the sentimental stuffTo his partner and his wife...
But Fathers are just WONDERFULIn a million different ways,
And they merit loving complimentsAnd accolade of praise,
For the only reason Dad aspiresTo fortune and
successIs to make the family proud of him And
to bring them happiness...
And like OUR HEAVENLY FATHER,He's a guardian and
a guide,Someone that we can count onTo be ALWAYS ON OUR SIDE.
Auther : Unknoun
Fathers are Wonderful People
Fathers are wonderful peopleToo little understood,
And we do not sing their praisesAs often as we should...
For, somehow, Father seems to beThe man who pays the bills,
While Mother binds up little hurtsAnd nurses all our ills...
And Father struggles dailyTo live up to "HIS IMAGE"As protector
and providerAnd "hero or the scrimmage"...
And perhaps that is the reasonWe sometimes get the notion,
That Fathers are not subjectTo the thing we call emotion,
But if you look inside Dad's heart,
Where no one else can seeYou'll find
he's sentimentalAnd as "soft" as he can be...
But he's so busy every dayIn the grueling race of life,
He leaves the sentimental stuffTo his partner and his wife...
But Fathers are just WONDERFULIn a million different ways,
And they merit loving complimentsAnd accolade of praise,
For the only reason Dad aspiresTo fortune and
successIs to make the family proud of him And
to bring them happiness...
And like OUR HEAVENLY FATHER,He's a guardian and
a guide,Someone that we can count onTo be ALWAYS ON OUR SIDE.
Auther : Unknoun
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