What do you do when each day you realize you are going mad, when every
passing second you feel will blow you off – when each passing second you feel
you`ve hung all along and a gust would tear you apart and rip out scathed
soul.
The muffled moan..the silent cry.. The thoughts of sea and the dying sigh Every second breath You wonder why. You cry you sigh Losing the ideals high The worlds blown over Eyes are dry A soul-less man A fire-less eye The starless sky
Incomplete
Hdk
The muffled moan..the silent cry.. The thoughts of sea and the dying sigh Every second breath You wonder why. You cry you sigh Losing the ideals high The worlds blown over Eyes are dry A soul-less man A fire-less eye The starless sky
Incomplete
Hdk
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