My Wrenched Heart

Making everything convenient for me He never wished comfort He made me happy, in every possible way Patting his hand over my head, he had late night stay As all know, time is cruel, for it tears everything apart Time became harsh to me, as it took my father away My wrenched heart, My empty eyes, My dead soul all are at the dead end, of being patient, of being courageous, of being alive I need that cozy sleep, like the one in his arms, so that, My wrenched heart could beat again My empty eyes could refill with joy My dead soul could live more I pray for him, to be there, in best place of Heaven Just like a star, whose shine, comes from within.