Today dawns a new day for me , in a country which i have been made to adapt and grow to fruition. Today begins the holiday season, people are going home to their near and dearest ones; I am home with my nearest and dearest one: MYSELF. My first scribble seems to portray a melancholy me, but its just the inner self which seems so. My friends never even see that , they know me as this happy young girl, whose never gonna grow old.But this girlie woman IS growing OLD, and creating a load of memories. And Barbara Streisand helps me to attack and savor them, singing
Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
Memory, all alone in the moonlight
I can dream of the old days
Life was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Every street lamp seems to beat
A fatalistic warning
Someone mutters and the street lamp sputters
Soon it will be morning
Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life and
I mustn't give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale court smell of morning
A street lamp dies
Another night is over
Another day is dawning
Touch me,
It is so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you'll touch me,
You'll understand what happiness is
Look, a new day has begun...
