It's funny how some of our wishes got lost.
Yeah! Even before it could find it's way.
It's funny how people here dont even matter and they are here.
You matter and you are far away. ...
Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say,
Though late it be, though lily-time be past,
Though all the summer skies be overcast,
Haply I will go down to her, some day,
And cast my rests of life before her feet,
That she may have her will of me, being so sweet
And none gainsay!