I left the shores of the tranquil waves,

My shadow following me to the grave…..

Thousand miles across my feet

I kept on walking, hoping we could meet.

Crossed the mountains crossed the trees

Kissed all frogs none of them turned to prince

Every hand seemed the right one

Only when I touched it left my heart burnt

Surrounded by dreams of hope but found despair

One hand came up, told me I would care

By then my vision had impaired

Good not judge by myself good or bad

But the hand found me, its touch filled my heart

Man of my dreams, pioneer of art

Finally he has arrived, the one for me

Who has set my soul & spirit free