بَلِّغُوْه إِذَا أَتَيْتُم حِمَاه
أَنَّنِي مُت فِي الْغَرَام فِدَاه
وَأُذَكُرُوْنِي لَه بِكُل جَمِيْل 
فَعَسَاه يَحِن عَسَاه
بَلِّغُوْه إِذَا أَتَيْتُم حِمَاه
أَنَّنِي مُت فِي الْغَرَام فِدَاه
وَاصحبوْه لِتُرْبَتِي فَعِظَامِي 
تَشْتَهِي أَن تَدُوْسَهَا قَدَمَاه 
إِن رُوْحِي تُنَاجِيْه
وَعَيْنِي تَسِيْر إِثْر خُطَاه
لَم يَشُفني سوى أَمَلِي أَنَّنِي يوما أَرَاه

I miss the stupid things we do , miss dancing in the rain with you.

as many times as I blink , I'll think of you tonight..

please don't float too high ..
the sun will burn your wings and you are everything .
please don't run away the headlights will catch you ..
your mother she will miss you

you're always in my head

you have come too late,no love you have come too late

"I want to be a mystery, yet be known.
I want to be together, yet alone.
Is it too much to ask, to be famous yet
unknown?
To be a wanderer, yet have a home?”

―Kara Douglas.