My Turns

All coincidences find me bitter Much as most hearts tend to be sweeter I hardly get my sovereign right to glitter The fact defy my humble chance to treat her My rudeness blind folded the star The aim was always the moon but then i was far Boarding trains aiming for a Porsche car Just like engaged to freedom aiming for her These trials have been routine, i must say The same result of boredom, God i must pray I am far away here, afraid i wont come, here i must stay If truly you can take it, then please wait for me on that day