Agar zindagi zakhmon se bhari hai tu
wagt ko marham banana seekhlo

Aur Mout se ek din hum sab ne harna hai
tu kyu na pahle zindagi se jeetna seekhlo

One day will become today
Then yesterday
And I will keep waiting.

My son is my rock and my daughter is the sky.
He holds me tight when I'm weak and she lets me breathe
He protects our home and she fills it with light
He gets angry and she cries
His presence is sturdy and she glows like the sun.
He keeps me safe and she keeps me young.
He will stay by my side and she will say goodbye.
My son is my rock and my daughter is the sky.

the weight is tiring and the spills burn
he stays steady because hes learned
but steady is a skill the young dont have
so he moves slowly
but every movement is a distaster
defeated and in pain
he holds that heavy *** in his shaking hands forever