Thursday, August 26, 2010

Stockholm Friends…


Leaving behind my birthplace was tough
Digressing from the path we had build till now;
We knew every how its going to be rough
Its His will to which we have to bow..
Days and months and years will roll
You and me standing amidst the hail;
The cold and wind and work will take toll
Its our choice to smile or wail…
My child, my barn will need shelter here
My spouse will need love and care;
My home, I have left it across oceans there
I am lying all alone and bare…
And then I recall, my mom once told
God’s Angels live all around you;
I get up again firm and bold
And finally my friend I find you….