A richest mother, who let her children suffer, she is, a tallest than a tallest Palm and Dates trees, For those who are near, her shadow is useless, And those, who are very far benefitting massively.
You can run out of all the richest resources on this planet And still be rich Because when I have something like you I'm still very wealthy Your soul is more than gold Your influence will never get old I want to grow old With you I want to be my thoughtfully ***** minded self with you Maybe its normal But I have to admit it Or else I'd feel like I'm lying to myself when i think I'm not I want to strike gold By having your hand to hold
