You have touched me
like a breathe passing by.
I got lucky with my eye
I would never flee

For you are my angel,
I cannot complete
chasing your feet
being lost in the middle.

The sun is rising
in my heart.
not to short
till I will be diving

In the pouring rain
I’m just one drop
in a great, big stock
but I can still sustain.

Why have you chosen me,
the least elite
drowning at your feet,
to be your guidance at high sea?