Dedicated to ,, and for being my stars .
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When your stars turn grey,
When your last hopes stray ;
One you always find to stay,
No longer turn your way .
Where do you go,to play and fray,
When all your stars turn grey?
Countless nights you spent,
Under night sky to vent ;
The stars always shined so bright,
The darkness moved in the light .
But where do you go after a full day,
When all your stars turn grey?
Now it's the nastiest night,
None to make you bright ;
And when I looked above,
All my stars,the cloud shove !
And where will I go to make a pray,
When all my stars turn grey ?
The grey shroud -as a cloud ,
Covered even the stars I loved.
The stars are that is all above,
Just me that's blocked from the love!
Where will I go now, to get a good say,
Now that all my stars turned grey ?
Where will I go,I dunno a way,
What will I do,I can't betray .
What should I do without delay,
Now that all my stars turned grey.
Now that all my stars turned grey!
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Quote:
"Being there for somebody when it's most difficult is all that relationships really are"-Night Watch.
Written in one of the sleepless nights without a soul to console.
~Chaahat
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