Brian De

Amadeo, Cavite

They say that I should leave my love For the gold this world can give me. They say that I should break the promise I have made. They tell me I should lie to you They think I should deny to you The heart that I gave you long ago. They say that I am much too young to know. Through this dark night Pray soon I’ll see the dawn I am so alone. When will you come to take me home? Take me home…