Strong
In this busy world,
Where you don’t have time for yourself,
You hear the sudden patter of the rain
And it gives you the sudden realisation of the pain…
In the quiet dawn, she rises, serene,
A symphony of grace, unseen.
With hands that weave both dream and deed…
In a world of strange lies,
My brother is my guide.
Through hopeless times,
He’s right by my side.
I saw you crying on the terrace today. The sun, as a blonde-haired girl, Witnessed it, too. But don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.
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