Your gift was a warmth,
I wore it to sleep, to school,
while i eat, on a coach to Genting.
It was nice,
at the beach
Coupled with the breeze and the kids,
you wish that time would stop like this.
Now i know how people can live without books, without college.
When one is so tired at the end of a day one must sleep, and at the next dawn, there are more to see,
the beach and the kids.
At times like this i'd call myself a fool to ask for more,
because you were right next to me and there's nothing more to ask for.
