Tears vanish from my lids
When i think of those favoured kids
Whom those beasts thought as dead
Coloured in the bruises of red
No matter how much their guns strived
They still, are alive. (3:169)
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 10:17 PM UTC
Tears vanish from my lids
When i think of those favoured kids
Whom those beasts thought as dead
Coloured in the bruises of red
No matter how much their guns strived
They still, are alive. (3:169)
I belong to an APS the one which got attacked and I'm not scared. We are Pakistanis and our blood maybe cheap to you but not cold.
141: Never forget, never forget.
