My heart is full of tears It is aching so badly in here What should I do to overcome this too Where do I say and where do I collect When do these flowers bloom in my heart How to start it rightly So to end it successfully My blood is racing in my veins to reach it and make them happy always
But I need a start to make it right
to the special person I wrote. she keeps on thinking about, how to make her parents proud. cuz she did make her parents proud always... no need to worry pal....
Father, I remember Back when I was in the kindergarten Back when I used to ride your back
I remember filling my timidly tender hands, With a handful of love for you And today, I see my hands empty, With my emptied hands, And your eyes filled, I realize, that I have grown different, From you
I wish to learn more from him, Give him back the worlds of love that he lent me