The Teacher...
For eyes that dream in the midst of night,
For dreams that shine without any light.
For a heart that feels lonely and lost.
For desires which are rising at unknown cost.
For books that are torn but craved to be read,
As knowledge remains to seep inside the head.
For pens on the table are willing to write,
As the chapters of History are encouraging to fight.
For the pages are awaiting...
For dreams that shine without any light.
For a heart that feels lonely and lost.
For desires which are rising at unknown cost.
For books that are torn but craved to be read,
As knowledge remains to seep inside the head.
For pens on the table are willing to write,
As the chapters of History are encouraging to fight.
For the pages are awaiting...