Days are passin'. Time flies out. People are walking around but… Nothing happens. It's rainy. There's no sun in my cloudy sky. It only rains and I've time to pray

I touch the drops of the rain. I touch the drops of my tear. I touch my pen & my white pages. I touch my heart 'n I hear it screams. I touch the mirror 'n I wanna break the fake face of mine

Lord… why people are this way? Why they don' wanna talk

Son in sufferin' Do you want him this way? I see, you love him even more than than an odd shoe. So why you don' make a change? I believe everything is possible if you just mind! As you told me a night B4, no one is able to change what you've written in the destiny of any1

If you remember I asked 4 a prince, then you sent me one. Now if you wanna take your gift back, you've to break my matched heart apart to get him out

Goddy, I'm living 'Cuz of One reason depended on you power 'n your 4ever kindness holding my shakin' shoulders

Never let me Alone… I'm not gonna give the gift back

 

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