It starts with a whistle.

Then a slow hum moving long.

A long stare at fate, wonder and faith.

A kind of mixture of love, hatred and something a little between the two.

That voice, that noise , only a long song for soul can withstand.

Jack and Jackline so were they named.

Two souls birthed in stangs of joyful pains

What more can papa do than weep!

Alas, a loss of a mama

A gain of two souls in heaven.

Bye! Till we meet to say adieu no more!

It starts with a whistle.

Then a slow hum moving long.

A long stare at fate, wonder and faith.

A kind of mixture of love, hatred and something a little between the two.

That voice, that noise , only a long song for soul can withstand.

Jack and Jackline so were they named.

Two souls birthed in stangs of joyful pains

What more can papa do than weep!

Alas, a loss of a mama

A gain of two souls in heaven.

Bye! Till we meet to say adieu no more!