If ever your morning Sun,
refuses to rise early,
do not loose hope, hold on to it.
If ever the clear blue sky,
is ridden by dark clouds,
and monsoon rain,
feel me in those drops.
If ever autumn refuses
to hold the leaves green,
remember, I am growing old too.
If ever the dark chilly winter night
haunts you,
cover yourself with me,
like a caressing blanket.
Wait for the spring,
to cast aside the dark.
Grow yourself, in the new sprout
of happiness and cheering.
And when you enter the newness of life,
never turn back.
I'll be right there, by you.