It don’t matter If I can’t find that Folder, Or if I become just a pen Holder.
It don’t matter if we are Older, and she thinks of me no more Bolder.
It don’t matter that when the nights got Colder, I never really Told her.
It don’t matter that I was no Moulder, or that I’ll never really Hold her.
All that matters, in this Crazy Ass World. ..
Is that no matter what…
I’ve always got my Sunshine On My Shoulder 🙂
Invictusrilankan | Thushan Jayaratne 
superb catharsis my friend. You should be in creative. don’t waste it. write songs. you’ve got the spark:)
Hey Thanks man!!!