TAKE MY HAND
TAKE MY HAND
Give me the pieces of your heart,
give me your pains .
i am praying for you,
just take my hand .
wretchedness is also a teacher,
failure makes us trained.
some days are sunday and
friday are some
just be in the present ,
no need to run.
one day you will gonna sleep tight ,
few days are left no need to fight .
dust off yourself try it again
be sure this time you have my hand
together we shall win the game
i am your friend just take my hand
Copyright © Meenu Ghildiyal | Year Posted 2023
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