A morning motivates me to stand...
To be with you...
But when alone with you...
Silence between us prevails...

Wanted to say something...
But seems words are hard to utter...
No topics to start for a conversation...
And a time will pass by for another morning...

Tomorrow another morning...
Will it be the same thing?
Will it be a different thing?
Will i be still with you the following morning?

I am running out of time darling...
For i will be leaving...
For another chapter of life I will be...
Far a distance... I will be...

Far a distance...
Where i will not be with you the next morning...
And maybe i will just be dreaming...
That when i wake up... It's a morning with you again my darling...

Is dreaming will just be the best thing?
For we are with somebody's dream...
For we have to wake up...
And rest the night with a different arm...

Wanted to say how i feel...
But i have to suppressed...
To do the right thing...
Inspite of the feelings...

Will this be a secret feeling?
Will this be a private matter?
Will this be as secret as the grave?
For this is the right... Just the right for us...