Into Your Arms

The Friday I used to have,
Is like the best day I love,
The Friday I have today,
Totally unusual.

This classroom used to fill up with noise,
Till the voices of the birds can't be hear,
I used to play around on this street,
With friends all around in a game.

When time moves on to Saturday,
I been searching to fill up the emptiness,
Then comes Sunday,
Searching a road to kill bored.

Its summer ever since yesterday,
I've been waiting for it to rain,
There are some moment I hate about rain,
But there are some apart of me is the rain.

The broken old aged door of the classroom,
Always be seen when I got here,
The glare on the window is seen in the morning,
Is that history visible?

Jealousy really kills me in fire,
A damn hot flame of feeling to hate,
Does the birds actually listen to us?
Just like we listen to them.

Summer only left a couple of weeks,
I wonder if winter will e falling,
What is impossible I wanna believe,
What is possible I can't truly trust it.

Days after days,
I feel like losing the strength of my sight,
She seems disappear on the sight,
Does she realizes the soul of mine speaks to her,
Whisper to her how much I love her.

On the table of my sit,
I hate looking at the dirty drawing on it,
I wonder what is going on with the quality of school,
What you wish for,
Really comes with a great price.

I lay my book on the sofa,
Giving me an idea to write,
Baby I lay you on my heart,
Writing a story of love.

When you feel lonely and alone,
I'm here for you giving a hand,
With a touch of love,
For you to love,
For you to appreciate,
For me to find happiness.