To You.

An sms received in the middle of the night,
i was partly asleep, sleep not tight,

perhaps of the weather-beaten night,
or maybe of my unrest mind.

From your words,
i read your mind,

i could sense your loneliness,
surrounded by the strange faces,

heehawing, laughing for nothingness,
that's so for me, in the new country.

deep in my heart,
i felt the warmth of the burning desire,

pushing me to the top of the world.
i left you all with tears,

tears doesnt waste, sorrow turns into cheers,
i see us celebrating for real,

by the time of the re-union,
in where we get our great remuneration.

by shee siaw

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