Written by: Robert Uy

A stranger, somewhere, there exists, 
Someone I can never be; 
A thief who'd pilfer what I
Treasure most so easily.
For little difference I have made
To both what's me and mine, 
I was a witness many a-times
To easily-said goodbyes.

But God has taught, if Love be pure
'Tis not about one's self, 
Instead what for the beloved one
Will truly be best.
Hence, even at my own expense, 
I'd rather she be happy
Even if her happiness' cause
Will not be me.