Presdentive each of my span life
With tears, laugh and sorrow
Although my soul just one
But
I’m the prisoner of wind
Although the thunder split all of my future
I was a soul always wander
Between love and hope
I’ve told about a highest hill
Or valleys, it gapping on my eyes
Oh …….GOD
My yearning to the wonder of life
One in purpose of true life was the gloomy side of live
Created By:
Munshonah mujahidah
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