"Cold"
It's freezing cold in here,
And it's time to face my fears,
When all souls begin to hear,
That the hour will soon be near.
And all I can do,
Is think about you,
And what will I write,
What will I write?
I wonder what you're wondering,
The thought of it makes me feel like crying,
Why should we ever be apart,
Why should we be apart?
MAZHAR
29 JULY 2002