Post-Mum's Day Special

Blog has been an outlet to some of us. Sometimes, it is where we find good place to express what we feel about something; to express hatred of something, admiration and anything, that would make us feel comfortable.

I've been writing about different stuff on my Blog; Julia Campbell, my school, anything, but not about my family. So, I thought why not talk about my lovely Mum this time, since mum's day has just passed.

Thelma, her real name, is now having her 55Th year living on the planet. 56Th on October. Not to old, huh? I'm 23 now, and if you sum up, she had me when she was 32. Old enough for some. For me, too, I think that's too old. Old enough to raise a child perfectly. With perfect discipline, nice guidance, unconditional love, and endless support.

(This is not against her, I'm just expressing my feelings)

As Thelma's eldest, I couldn't say she raised me up well. It's not that I'm not satisfied with how she nurtured me and my brother, but I would say I needed more. How she brought me up is what I am right now. I grew up with her around. Despite working hard and going home in the evening, earlier the next day, she would still prepare breakfast for me and my brother, she packs our lunch for school, takes us bath, and clothes us our school uniforms. She never missed a day doing that.

As a kid, I thought I had a perfect life. Good sets of childhood friends, branded clothes and shoes, nice toys and stuff, Nintendo, a 3-player CD with awesome speakers, enrolled in a private elementary school with good daily allowance, plus a tutor after school. Nice food everyday, plus on weekends, my family would go out and dine somewhere. But when I was little by little growing up, I noticed that I lack something. Something a child must obtain; Mum's moral support.

As a kid, I noticed that it was not me, the favourite in the family. The focus was not in me, it was in my little brother. But that was not a big deal to me, since I had those material things that would make me happy, Nintendo and other nice stuff. Though, somehow, I had that little feeling of jealousy. Okay, we're not going to the jealous thing.

I've seen from my friends how moral support from family made them as better person now. Having good support from parents would get them closer. Since your parents trust you, you cold easily tell them what you're going through and anything. But not in my family. I don't know, but I guess it has something to do with how I was raised up. I belong to the family that is not open to each of its member. Where saying, "I love you" is an awkward thing. We don't even hug when we see how sad one is. I once did that when I was a little kid. I hugged Mum and put my chin on her shoulder, (I guess it was on her birthday) but she asked me to stop it. "Stop it!", she said. It was like she was irritated or disgusted of me. That was not the last time I did that, though. One day, I wanted her to buy something. (A pair of rubber shoes that Grant Hill was wearing. Yeah, I used to play basketball back then.) I pleaded to her in a childish manner with a huge hug, but again, she asked me to stop what I was doing. By then, I realized that 'hug' is not in her dictionary. Even saying, "please", or "sorry" is completely not her type. Since then, I refrained from doing so. Even though, I'm the kind of person who loves to hug. I just hid my emotion all the way.

Each time Mum's Day passes, I feel envious of those children who present something to their mums. Treating them special on this special day. Greeting them, and telling them how important they are to them, and saying "I love you", of course. I wish to do the same, but as I've said, it is awkward to my family.

On Mum's Day this year, my family went to church to attend a mass. In the middle of the ceremony, all mums were requested to go in front and were presented a good song by the Priest, himself. The song was written by the said Priest and it was especially made for mums. The song was about how thankful a child is to her mum, how sorry he is for all the wrong deeds, pains, disappointments and anything. The song was heart-warming. It was so touching. I saw myself in the song. I wanted to tell Mum what was in the lyrics, but I couldn't. What can I do, that is how she raised me, to hide emotion.

One more thing I noticed as I was growing up is that she doesn't have the faith in me. (Oops, this is not self-pity, okay.) She doesn't think I can do some things. Like when I'm playing my guitar. Whenever she hears me playing, she would just stop me by saying, "Stop that. You can't even play a good note". I know, I don't play the guitar that well, but I can play some songs. Also, when I watch TV. She just hates it whenever she sees me watching foreign series, or talk shows or movies. She would say, "turn that off" or "tune that to another channel, cause I don't think you understand its story". Something like that. She doesn't have the faith in, she doesn't believe in me. I think she's against me. That is why I think I lack the confidence that other has. How would you have the believe in yourself, if your mum, herself doesn't.

Now, I'm, a bit relief, for I have expressed my feelings.Still, after all those, as every child claims, "my Mum is the best mum!" As I've said, this article has nothing against Thelma. I love her, and I'm so thankful to have her. I don't have any achievements so far, but I wish to make her proud someday. And that 'someday' is hopefully soon.

How about you, guys? I'd appreciate to hear anything about your mummies :)

I have a smile stretched from ear to ear

to see you walking down the road
we meet at the lights I stare for a while the world around disappears

just you and me on this island of hope

a breath between us could be miles
let me surround you my sea to your shore

let me be the calm you seek

oh and every time I'm close to you
there's too much

I can't say and you just walk away

and I forgot to tell you I love you

and the night's too long

and cold here without you I grieve in my condition

for I cannot find the strength to say I need you so

oNe yEaR

My Blog has been running for a year now. I can't believe it, but at first, I didn't have the courage to start my own Blog, but now, it's been standing for a year. Yeah, most of my entries, if not all, were senseless, not to mention about how I wrote them. I write lamely. But then, I could say I loved them.

Few months ago, the thought of deleting this Blog came into my mind. Since I couldn't update it anymore due to laziness, sometimes due to busy-ness, why not delete it. But then, part of my was like, "you can read your lame entries in future and laugh about it". I thought reading about the past is quite enjoyable, as I do with my old personal diaries. So, I decided to, yeah, just keep it. I got lost, but now, I'll try and get back in track again. I'll try to write lively, too. Goodluck to me :)

So, what's up with me? As you guys are aware, yeah, I'm done with schooling. Everybody would think that I already have a cool job now, since it's been two months when I finished college. And, with the fact that I hadn't updated my Blog, you guys might think that I was busy working. Well, sorry to disappoint you, but I still don't have any one yet. Just weeks after my graduation, I tried my luck, but I got rejected. It didn't give me much disappointment, since the position I applied for was 'not' in-line with what my college taught me. After being rejected, I thought of relaxing. Why not rest up a bit since I was in six rough school years. This 'bit of rest' wont take that long, though. Maybe in few weeks, I'll get back in trying my luck for a cool job position. Whether it's in my field or not. At the moment, I'm just keeping myself updated about the job openings. I wish they could wait until I am ready for having one, hehe :)

I think that would be all for now.

Hope my dearest linked friends are all doing fine, especially Desiree, who just turned 24 on Monday. Hope you had a great day on your special day, sis :)

And, oh, before I forgot, I would like to take this opportunity to thank my dearest linked friends who checked my entries for a year, inspite its lamenessly :)

And, to the root of all these, the late Julia Campbell, who just has her first death anniversarry last month :( Anyway, about the case, final ruling has not red yet, until June 30th this year. I remember, several months after the suspect claimed the slay, he filed a not-guilty plea, and that just hated me. But then, according to the news, the prosecution has the bigger has of obtaining justice, which is a good news :) Anyway, hope she's happy wherever she is right now. I wish to meet her lovely mum on the final ruling :(

Takecare you guys.

I'll try and getback in track again :)
Big hugs :)

P.S.: Below is my official college yearbook photo.

I don't look good, but as they say, it's not the look that counts, it's the title :)

Happy Easter!:)

Happy Easter!Ü

'I'm Back! And, With A Cool News!"

Hey there:) Hope you guys are doing fine as I post this entry. Don't know what's up with you all, haven't red your Blogs yet. I've been in silence in 4 months, I know. Well, I spent those in my 500-hour hotel training, which is the last stage of my college life. Yup, I've mentioned before that I was not gonna be busy this semester, that's what I thought, and I was wrong.

In my hotel training, there were days that I had to be on duty for more than 10 hours. My longest is 14 straight hours! So, I really didn't have time to do my online habits. I would come home so tired, that I could even miss my meals. I would prefer to just go to sleep as I arrived home. I was 2 months tired. As a hotel intern, I was a chambermaid. Yeah, the one who cleans rooms, sets bed, and cleans bathroom. Does it sound not good to you? Well, to me, not. I enjoyed it. I loved my then job. My favourite part was the garbage collecting. Nope, not just the garbage from every hotel room, but the overall hotel waste. I really loved that task. You might think that my superiors were just taking advantages of me, but, no. Infact, they weren't allowing me to do the task, but I pleaded them. I'm sure most of you would get disgust to collect and throw garbage, especially if you do not know what are in the garbage. There could have used baby diapers, spoiled food, blood, anything. But, it was a pleasure to me to do it. I know. I'm weird. Oops, takenote, in the hotel history, I am the only female who tried the luck in collecting and throwing garbage. Hehe, title holder :) My tasks was not just being a chambermaid and a garbage collector, I was also assigned at the linen area. My task there were data encoding and stock inventorying. Which is I think, for you, is much better than garbage collecting. But, *lol* I'm really weird, I hate the said job! I couldn't be able to stay longer, so after few weeks, I went back to cleaning-the-bathroom and garbage-collecting tasks. I've just ended the training on February 12th, I started on the 10th of December. However, after the training, I still had to be busy doing my paperworks for my hotel internship.

Now, let's proceed to the 'cool news'. *ehem* (I think you got a clue in my introduction.)

I don't know, but I think not all my coolest online friends know about my school life. Well, I've been in college for 6 years now. *Blushes* I've been trying hard, but school really hates me. Or, maybe, yeah, I didn't try hard and I just didn't like schooling. My course, Bachelor of Science in Hotel and Restaurant Management is supposed to be taken for only 4 years, but it reached up to the 6th. This would be the best time for me to tell you this, it is embarrasing, but I think you, guys, wouldn't mind. In my college life, it's not just once or twice that I got an 'F' grade, and those were the reasons for me to extend my term in my school. I've been a huge headache to Mum, as well. But, *ehem* thank God, my school sufferings would come to an end. Yup, I'm graduating!:)

Wayback school year 2005-2006, I decided to stop schooling, and just stayed at home. Nope, working was way too far in my mind then. Just wanted to be at home. As SY 2006 approaches, Mum talked to me and asked me if I would still want to go back to college and try to graduate. I thought of that in few weeks. Until I decided to, yeah, go back to school and finish college. I learned the importance of education. By then, my batchmates from my Freshmen year all graduated. And, left were the new batches whom I didn't know and didn't think they're cool as my batchmates. In my first year of my school-for-the-second-time, I met new classmates. All nice and cool, but I still didn't feel the warmth as with my old batchmates. No, no, no, it's not that. I think my new classmates could be cool as my old ones, too, I just didn't have the chance to be with them closely. Up to my second year, still the same. I miss my former classmates, but I need to finish my school even without them. I still have their supports, though.

And, finally, tomorrow, I will finish my college life. Yup, tomorrow would be the big day. Can't explain what I'm feeling right now. Part of me is happy, while the other is sad. Happy, because, finally, yeah, school sufferrings has ended. Maybe, sad, because I can no longer avail student's discount, also daily school allowance from Mum. I don't know. Oooh, I didn't notice the time. It's late. I gotta for now. Haven't pressed my gown yet >_<>_<>

Ooops, want to tell you, guys, and to the whole WILD world that I am dedicating my special day tomorrow to my lovely Mum. She's been sufferings a lot for my school, and it finally comes to an end. I wanna thank her. (Couldn't thank her in person) Thanks, Ma, for everything. This would have been impossible without you. (Jeez, I wish I could tell that to her face to face :( )

I've never been

The one to raise my hand

That was not me

And now that's who I am

Because of you

I am standing tall

My heart is full

Of endless gratitude

You were the one

The one to guide me through

Now I can see

And I believe

It's only just beginning

This is what we dream about

But the only question with me now

Is do I make you proud

Stronger than I've ever been now

Never been afraid of standing out

Do I make you proud

I guess I've learned

To question is to grow,

That you still have faith,

Is all I need to know,

I've learned to love,

My selfish part of me,

And I've learned to

Walk on the road I believe

Everybody needs to rise up

Everybody needs to be loved.

Life Is Hard

The other day, I learned the passing of Mr. Ben Roderos, the father of one of my childhood friends, Rodel Roderos. He was 74 and died after suffering heart ailment.

"Tiyoy", as he was best known, was a kind and a very good husband and a father of 6. I witnessed how nice he was to Rodel and the rest of his kids. Rodel and I were classmates in Kindergarten. I noticed how responsible Tiyoy was to him. He would fetch Rodel at the school everyday. Up until Rodel was in Grade and Highschool. Unfortunately, during HS, Rodel and I seperated when my family had to move to another place. We then had new sets of friends and lost communications. Although my father and Tiyoy could still often see each other. Tiyoy was one of my father's best drinking buddies. However, my father has stopped drinking alcoholic beverages. He treated Tiyoy as his uncle.

Tiyoy's family and mine are very good friends. I remember when my father was stubbed by someone and was rushed to the hospital, mum had to watch him all-day. By then, my brother and I were just 5 and 6 years old, respectively, and were not allowed to visit to the patient, as hospital rules. We didn't have any relatives that live nearby our house, so the Roderos took care of us. We live at their humble house for few days and were treated as part of the family.

When my family found out that Tiyoy was rushed to the hospital, we didn't have any thoughts, but go and see him, especially that one of his children told us that his doctor confided that there was no chance of surviving in his case. So my family immediately went to the hospital in the middle of the night. Regardless that mum has to go to work early in the morning the next day.

Tiyoy was comatose in the Intensive Care Unit. Though I didn't go inside the ICU due to the hospital fears, I could feel how hard it was seeing your loved ones unconscious, as I saw the faces of Tiyoy's children. Some were silently crying, others, including Rodel was trying to be strong for their father. The next day, at our house, mum and I were wondering why my father was not still home at 6AM. He used to go home before 6AM from his voluntary job, a baranggay police. But that day, he came home late. He came at 9AM brought the bad news that his once treated uncle passed away.

Tiyoy was a retired Navy. As honor, there was a 21-gun salute during his internment, as the naval marching band played the funeral song. It was so hair raising. Tears fell down, as the remains were pulled down to bury. Relatives and friends sent their sympathies to the family of Tiyoy, and prayed for his soul. May he rest in peace.

Losing loved ones is one of my worst fears. If destiny permits, I would want to be the first to pass before my loved ones. I don't ever want to see the other way around. But then, we do not know when would that happen. That's why with this incident that Tiyoy had, I'm showing more love to my loved ones and I'm now doing my best to make them happier with my company.

"Life Is Hard", as how Miss Julia Campbell entitled her entry which she dedicated to the late father of her friend, which this entry was inspired by.

My family is praying for Tiyoy's soul. May he rest in peace. And, for his family, please stay strong.

What ravages of spirit

conjured this temptuous rage

created you a monster

broken by the rules of love

and fate has lead you through it

you do what you have to do

and fate has led you through it

you do what you have to do ...

and I have the sense to recognize that

I don't know how to let you go

every moment marked

with apparitions of your soul

I'm ever swiftly moving

trying to escape this desire

the yearning to be near you

I do what I have to do

the yearning to be near you

I do what I have to do

but I have the sense to recognize

that I don't know how

to let you go

I don't know how

to let you go

a glowing ember

burning hot

burning slow

deep within I'm shaken by the violence

of existing for only you

I know I can't be with you

I do what I have to do

I know I can't be with you

I do what I have to do

and I have sense to recognize but

I don't know how to let you go

I don't know how to let you go

I don't know how to let you go

...

I don't know how to begin with my today's entry. I don't know if I am upset, or what. It has something to do with Miss Julia Campbell, yeah. No, not about the case, but about her death. I've been remembering her death month-aniversarries every 9th of the month. I even dedicated the date I started having Blog to that date, the 9th. But I've found out earlier, while I was digging up news about her, that it's not April 9, the day she died. It's April 8th, her death anniversary. I do not know how to explain it to you, guys. It was April 9 that I first heard on news on TV and Radio. And, I then realized that it was indeed, April 8 >_<

Please bear with me :(

I'm BACK! :)

Yeah, I’m not gonna be as busy as I was in the last school semester anymore. (Well, we'll see) Yup, the first sem has ended and I’m on my way to the next. Yesterday was actually my first day of school for the 2nd sem. But let me tell you first about the last one.

The first of the two terms this school year was so hectic, as I told you, guys, in my past entries. I was so busy that I couldn't update my Blog often. I didn’t even have the time remembering Miss Julia Campbell’s death month-anniversaries. I could say that I had never been so busy as I was in the last sem. I used to “not giving much attention” to my school assignments, but in the last sem, I did.

Last sem, I was enrolled in two courses, the Teaching Course in Hotel and Restaurant Management, and the Feasibility Research, which I often talked about. Teaching Course is a course about teaching in my field, Hotel and Restaurant Management, and its teaching techniques and strategies. By the way, my school is the only hospitality school in Metro Manila that requires the Teaching Course in the curriculum. In this course, we had to act as a teacher in the class and to be evaluated by our teacher, who is also the department head of HRM in my school. Each of us was given 3 topics that were to be demonstrated in the class one at a time. So, in future, we can be teachers, too. I could say that this course had put a little pressure on my, but I think I did my best. Yup, just a bit of pressure compared to my 2nd course, the Feasibility Research. I’ve mentioned before that this course needed a careful study on building up a restaurant. And, thank God, my group, or should I say, most of the members of the group did their best in our project. At first, when were just starting, I often complain about my group mates. I didn’t like them. I thought all of them were not that dedicated to the project, but as the sem goes by, I’ve proven myself wrong. Maybe, I didn’t see their concentration when we were just starting, but I could say that they were indeed, industrious as we went on through the project.

My group had countless, sleepless nights together at one house, just doing the projects. Especially in the last part of the sem, when our teacher was rushing us in our book. I was not able to attend all those nights, though. But, I made sure that I could stay with them up to the midnight and usually would go home alone. I also had myself 3 consecutive nights and days sleepless at home, and followed by another after couple of days, just doing my tasks in the project. Anyway, yeah, we made a book. We put into a book the Feasibility Research we had. It was a 7-chaptered book.

See how hectic the course was.

Few days after the mid-term examination, my group had heard from the other groups that the deadline for the submission of the book’s first draft was on September 7, earlier than my group knew. But then, we believed in rumors, and we then only had 5 days left. We rushed ourselves. Doing nothing, but the project, since by then, we still have more works to be done. Our goal was to meet the deadline.

The deadline of we “thought” the submission of first draft of book came. My group was so surprised to see no book was on top of our teacher’s table, the first was my group’s. We thought we were late that day. Eventually, we found out that we submitted the book a week early to the supposed to be deadline. We were relief. Until the original deadline for submission came. My group was shocked that only few groups had submitted the drafting. The batch of the few books, including my group’s, had the advantage of being checked first, by our teacher. To those who submitted their drafting late, it was so unlucky that our teacher lack time of checking books. It was their faults, anyway. Then the books that were checked had returned to the groups. My group’s first draft had a lot of comments and suggestions for changes from our teacher. My group was thinking if she really wanted to make our book more meaningful or she was just putting more pressure on us. Either way, we still made the changes.

Our teacher scheduled a deadline once again, but this time, for the final book. My group had sleepless nights again, doing a lot of changes. The final book was done, and we submitted 4 copies to the, not to our teacher anymore, but to the board of expert panelists. It was for them to study our project, which would, in few days, be presented and discussed to them by the groups.

It was like the “judgment day” for the fourth year students facing the panelists to present the 4 months-in-the-making project. Different emotions my group had before our turn. My group, by the way, was the first group of the 2nd batch of presenters to present. And, of course, we prayed before we started the presentation.

Before our turn, me and my group mates was nervously reviewing and preparing for our individual topics, but as we entered the “conference room”, the nervousness turned to excitement. Yeah. We didn’t know how it happened, but we were so excited to begin with our presentation as we saw the panelists. Oh, let me introduce to you the board of panelists. The panelists was composed of 4, but unfortunately, one of them, who was in-charge of asking the financial matters, couldn’t make it, due to an illness. She is also our school’s Accounting Department Head, Mrs. Aura Marie M. Baetiong. Anyway, the remaining 3 were, one of them was the Dean of the Instruction in our school, Dr. Leonisa C. Del Rosario, then a teacher in HRM Department, Mr. Robert P. Mallon, and the guest panelists, a College Dean in a reputable and distinguished hospitality university here in Manila, Dr. Gloria Baken W. Siy.

I’m not gonna go in to the whole details about the group’s presentation, but instead its highlights. The guest panelist, Dr. Siy said that she was, for the first time, impressed, out of the groups that had then presented since the first batch. That was so flattering, especially to me, since I was not that confident with our project. My group a number of “very goods” from all the panelists, especially they interrogated the financial aspect of our project.

Lieza Arboladura, my group mate who made the computation for the project’s financial aspect, did a very good job. Chapter 5, the Financial Aspect, was one of the stuff that our teacher suggested my group to make changes to. It was just few days before the submission of the final book when Lieza made the changes. I was a witness of her almost giving up. I heard her kept on complaining, that she didn’t know how the proper computation was. I even heard her, in the middle of the night, arguing with two of our group mates, Amy and Lei Ann, who were also part of the “financial aspect” team. They were arguing about the computation, “no, it’s like that, it’s like this..” as they exchanged words figuring out the proper computation. Until the two of them totally gave up, took a nap and left Lieza still figuring out the correct computation. I was still awake then doing the typing job when Lieza shouted and said, “I made it!!” By the way, chapter 5, the financial aspect, was consists of the project’s prospective projected sales, income statement and expenses.

We couldn’t explain what we felt. After the presentation and came out of the conference room, most of us cried, tears of joy, probably. Most of the groups from the two batches of presenters came out the conference room so relief, full of smiles in their faces, one of the groups were even jumping and shouting, but my group, we cried. That was really unexpected to hear wonderful comments from the panelists, most especially from Dr. Siy.

After the presentation of all group from the 2nd batch, where my group belonged, a meeting was held headed by our beloved teacher :) Our teacher, by the way, was also in the conference room during each group’s presentation. During the meeting, our teacher congratulated all of us. She was so proud of us. Of course, there was a group that had problems in their project. The board of panelists didn’t like their presentations and their financial computation was incorrect. So, they had to repeat those stuff. And, guess who was endorsed by our teacher to help the poor group? Of course, it’s Lieza! :) Other groups from the first batch even sought help from Lieza to assist them to their computation problem.

I remember when we were just starting, my group was like the underdogs. Once being embarrassed by our teacher, and felt we were the least favourite among the groups. The quietest group, and the group that didn’t have cool cellphones, didn’t dress fashionably, and the group that didn’t eat expensive foods, but tell me who’s the one crying now. Hehe, just kidding :p Peace out!



--- T H A N K Y O U ' s ---

First of all, I wanna thank the Big Guy up there, for granting me a cool group to be with. You know how much I prayed for that. Thanks for the guidance and for always keeping me and my group mates safe in and outside the school the whole school semester.
I would like to thank those who believed in me and sent their wishes, my family, though you didn't really say you were wishing me lucks, my friends, my online friends, my old classmates, thanks for those advises, my group mates, Lieza Arboladura (who by the way, got the highest grade among the groups! in our course feasibility research), Maria Hilda Besmonte and Lei Ann Egos, (two of my group mates who easily get hurts) I apologize once again about my silly jokes, hehe. Amy Catabay, nice jobs on defining terms, Amelyn Broso and Heluyo Ramos, (two of my group mates whom I often talked about, lol. It was so lucky of them not being asked by the panelists. Nice prayers :) ), and of course, the group leader, Teresa Mansujeto, you really intimidated me by your words during the rushing of our first draft :). I believe I was really destined to be in the group. It was so spontaneous to be with you, but I guess that was meant to be :) Thanks for those memories and cool moments of laughters and excitements, nervouseness and pissed outs. And for sharing coughs and colds :) I love you, guys, and goodluck in this sem ahead.

To my parents, Ray and Thelma for your support, especially financial. This project was so expensive, thanks so much to you, guys. I'm dedicating this wonderful project to both of you. I'm also dedicating this project to my group of friends that were mentioned above, you know who you are. And, of course, last but not the least, I'm dedicating the success of this project to my inspiration, the late, Miss Julia Campbell. She was one of my inspirations to get through when my group had the first rejection. And, yeah, I would like to acknowledge the 7th death month-anniversary on Friday, the 9th of the month. I can't believe it's been more than a halfyear now :( I'll try to dig up some updates about the case. I heard her mum was here to testify for her daughter about the case. And I didn't hear anything about the case since then. I'll try to get some.


We walk without a sound
Across a barren landscape
Your eyes are twisted down
To the dew entrailed ground
We watch the stars
As they slowly fade away
And in the clearing sky I see
The cold stone face of morning
Setting in on me

It's a strange world
It's a very strange world
That leaves me holding on
To nothing when there's nothing
Left to lose

Your touch is cold and damp
The devil's in your eyes
I wonder why I always
Let you lead me on this way
'Cause you see only
What you want to see
Feel only as you want to
And I am on the outside
Of your strange world

We're walking hand in hand
We'll walk this way forever
Our eyes have risen to the water's edge
Watching with the tides
The stars have fallen
To another day
And the sun warms our path to find
That reason leaves us far behind
In this strange world