Who will miss the king
when his kingdom will be gone
Who will miss the lover
when her darling sleeps alone
Who will miss the tiger
When hes nothing but raw bones
Who will miss the sailor
when his ship is sunk and drowned
Who will miss the singer
when her voice is soft and croaked
To be missed is all I seek,
To be loved is all I want,
To be remembered by you...
When I am walking far alone.
To know that you will think of me
when I am long gone.
With your picture in my mind,
That collage of our times together
With your thought in my being,
I will be
mightier than the king, stonger than the tiger,
determined than the sailor and leave me as
the lover that I am.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
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