The cold breeze makes me whisper a wish,
To go back to those days I cherish.
A chance to live in yesterdays,
When nothing amaze me but those rays.
Each day you come through my window,
With a promise you shine, not a tear would flow.
There would never be a rainy day,
Nor a melancholic night, you would say.
Your rays touch my skin, and it’s like a warm hug.
You raise above the clouds, so proud.
Not a dark cloud would defy you,
Not even a raging storm would do.
Now I smile as sweet as I could,
Hoping that tomorrow you’ll shine like you should . .