Written by: Jacob Victuss

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