Somewhere in your praise, come I to speak some few’s,
You this wondrous jewel in life,
You this secret strife!
A smile that emerges from the woe of the past,
Don’t let some shy in me at last!
When in people you smile,
And move when all alone inspite.
See you now and think the bygones,
Feel and think if that comes along.
Miss you, and fear that you apart this time,
And engrave and pray, won’t you be apart.