ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER YEAR ...

Time can fly so freely when the bird tweets 'Hello',

Even then it crawls along like the snail on a bad day 

But can always find it's was home even through the clouds.

I wait for yet the time to come when I sing my own song,

Nothing comes from within as yet, but my heart soars itself

As if the bird were to be inside me alone through the rain.

But yet I still wait here for the snail to quicken, faster,

But there it stays, now it doesn’t come,

Another day, another year.....