Sing my song,
Oh birds, sing my song,
Come along,
Oh man, you should come along,
let me write poetries in this blue Sky high,
I too wanna fly,
fly without wings.
I'll be a Joker,
be a Joker,
If you'll Smile with no worries,
Your wrinkles oh they tells me your Story,
Age of destruction, oh, that Age of glory.
Beautiful,
this beautiful life,
Oh my dear, we survived,
We saw high, we gone through lows,
But still we're alive,
We got this fire in our Souls.
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Symphony
PoetryTrying to find me in this hustled world... my way to escape through endless words Hope you'll like it.
