that one day,we are free from this sorrow..
Yes,I believe..
I can get out from this spinning thread..
Oneday..
As a Muslim..
I am positive..
For what we done..
There shall be a reward..
For our kindness..
Or for our mischief...
Yes..I believe..
And now..
I'm soaky in mud..
Try to find way,to get out..
I need help..I need help..
If not,I just waiting for that day..
Freedom of my heart..
I'm like a dove..
And world like a cage..
I'm longing to get out..
Someday..
Problems come..problems arrive..
They will haunted me,wherever I go..
And now I'm seek for happiness..
That will creep slowly..
Or shall I find it?
Or let it come to me?
I 've to be strong..
This world full of tests..
We have to face it..
And I'm not loses hope..
And I'm not desperate..
I'm just trying to solve..
Like doing Q's in Add Maths..
I shall never tear,
I shall never lose,
I 've to be strong,
There will be light..
That shines my heart
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