A small red dot,
On the horizon appeared.
It was fighting the sea to rise above.
After a while it was big and orange,
Floating free in the sky.
A little kid was born,
And cried to make his arrival known.
After a while he was big and strong,
Living free and wild.
The sun rose above ,
The rays became stronger from mild.
The kid turned into a boy,
And met a turn named puppy love.
Life seemed bright like the rays and
Everything was fine.
They said “You'll get your chance to play; you always do”.
It was noon and the sun started to hurt
So did the love.
The afternoon of life was like the mid of May
All he wanted was to play.
He still waited for his chance someday.
Slowly the balance tilted and the sun moved west,
Life seemed to be pleasant,
The chance had come to play.
But the boy was now afraid,
Didn’t know if he can
The boy had now become a man.
The picture on the horizon was the same red dot,
It still looked lovely.
The sun of my life was setting and I didn’t know
If I will like the sun that rises tomorrow
Life looked lovely too
But they still said “You'll get your chance to play; you always do”
gravity
15 years ago