Every day seems to be in a rush
In traffic jams, rush hours
Life is never in a hush
Our time is rarely ours
How I wish for a slow pace
To enjoy Life's graces
To savour my personal space
Not to be in such a haste
Oh, but there is one rush
I will always want
It is the way home thrusts
When I enter my nanay's loving arms.
In traffic jams, rush hours
Life is never in a hush
Our time is rarely ours
How I wish for a slow pace
To enjoy Life's graces
To savour my personal space
Not to be in such a haste
Oh, but there is one rush
I will always want
It is the way home thrusts
When I enter my nanay's loving arms.