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Jan 2016
On a long road that led to the past,
I kept walking until I fell apart
Regrets made me bury myself in the ground,
Each wrong deed of mine hurts like an open wound
Searched for the good deeds that I must have done,
So in the hell I wouldn't have to burn
Oh but my life said it's time to leave,
Death is waiting for us in the grave
Suddenly, I woke up from my dream,
Took a deep breath and saw the sun beams
A sign that I was still alive,
A sign that I could make things right
About a man who sees a dream about how wrong he had done in the past that he can't find any good he had done and suddenly his time ends.
Gul e Dawoodi
Written by
Gul e Dawoodi  Pakistan
(Pakistan)   
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