No matter what they whisper…
That I love solitude, is not true
With every blow I may not whimper
But even for me, the sky is blue
With the world I have tried to blend
And succumbed to protect their grin
But I get only solitude as a friend
As they walk away someday, to my chagrin
There is delight in nature’s splendors
There are cackles behind closed doors
Even habitués haunt rusted armors
Why do I have to wander desolate moors?
With countless waves and music in its roar
The deep blue sea became my chaperone
Who else is there for me, on the lonely shore?
Whispers the sand, in melancholy tone.
It cries, but can’t howl in pain
It fears, it may hagride its friend
It veils its tears in the rain
And vows to squire till the end.
For you my friend, who has always been there for me, whenever I need you.
For you my friend who never forget, never to forget me, through thick and thin.
Vous adore mon ami