Rooftop

The clock strikes twelve, the night is alive,

and i need to revive

so i set out on foot,

with no girl friend who'll loot

thinking "tomorrow i'll be more serious",

and even today that "me" is mysterious

on the way to my left and to my right,

i can see love birds all night

then again this is college,

where we came for knowledge

finally i reach this place,

which i thought i never would have to face

and there in scarlet red it's written "dedicated to the service of the nation",

and here i came for some inspiration

so i climb and i sneak,

and occasionally i peak

just to see that there is no one watching,

and on the roof - the cold wind has got me shivering

but the beauty of my college has left me breathless,

so i sit there fearless

not thinking of what might happen tomorrow,

because life is too short to be in sorrow.