tell mum i'll be home,
by dawn of gloomy april,
by the breeze of raining tone,
i'll be home with pieces of heart,
of tears and feels of these and that..
tell mum i won't be long,
i'll pack and go for another year,
for another pain and another adventure,
to be a better lad of my own,
who stands facing all i did wrong..
tell her dat i love her,
for what it takes to stay be loved,
i will now go..for a quest for the poor,
who promise to grow stronger~
Hedayat,
1104hrs, march 29.
(live strong)
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