In Her Dream
Time went wrong sometime
Causing, lost of friend
We lose our life and dream our past
Crying for our best friend
We think, we were first to met her
And without us, she felt alone
But, today the days are not the same
In her place we are gone
We know it is not her mistake at all
The reasons are spy, family and friends
But days pass, we dream our past
Crying for our best friend.
Copyright © Bohari Mohammad | Year Posted 2014
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