Missing Girl
Life is a promising happening,
fulfillments are at our doors,
nothing come along beside yours,
yours are yours,
who has come to this world without
going?
Dear Girl, mummy hates you not,
she spoke right for you, alright
she held you close, by heart
she dream for you a better you in a
lovely home with a brighter clue.
O Girl!
I wonder why you wander around
homes,
thinking solace is hidden
behind mummy's home,
and you went out home for days.
Dear Girl, life isnt so
as you thinking
come back home, we await your
returning.
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