You were my morning and my noon,
You were the glitter of the moon,
You were the rhythm of my tune,
Remember how you made me swoon?
Once you were my treasure,
Whose worth I could never measure,
Your company gave me great pleasure,
And it was my favourite leisure.
Once you stole my thoughts,
In a single shot,
But later breaking all the knots,
You left a blemishing blot.
Sitting by the sandbar,
I see the sparkling stars,
While playing the guitar,
I remember every scar.
The rains pouring from the sky,
Makes me cry,
But I try,
To move ahead and fly high.