Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Golden York

Your future is gazing into you
Like the rays of the yellow sunlight
The bluish ocean of your dream is waiting for you
Are you now ready for your flight?

Hear your reverie’s whisper
As your tomorrow’s harmony whistles
The sirens of your dreams are coming
May be it’s time to get you starting

Feel the warm breeze of perseverance
That your body’s need to enhance
Embrace the temperate soul of hard work
To reach the golden York