The Month of May 1973
This is the month of remembering
A scenario with life and love
A moment of passion burning burning
A letter I send through a dove.
A tidal wave of Zamboanga sea
Awaken us in our deep dream
And together we tried to flee
But swiftly sink us down as a team.
And like seaweeds, our bodies
Float to the four edges of the earth
A roll of passionate eddies
And all the while someone has to search.
Then on the lovely frothy shore
Someone was holding a red rose
Surely waiting forever more
Someone was holding a red rose
Surely waiting forever more
