As I grow older, I am shunning off
Miles away, journeying
My  thinking is to make it in life
To have a better life and future.

Way up is a hard labor
Changes I have to bear
Places I need to learn
and challenges I need deal.

A woman from a far, staring on blankness
A known smile, registered.
I wonder. "what is it that makes her smile?
Is it from the experience she's got, or is she just hiding the pain of longing?

A woman from a far, is hiding her cry
A tremor inside's she is hiding.
Closing her eyes is the only thing
Only to bring the peace with in.

What is it that bothers her?
What is it that makes her cry?
What is it that pains her?
Is it Me, is she longing to see me?

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