My ink bleeds on the paper,
Too much words to dish out
Like a letter.
I conceal my feeling's on the inside,
Scared you won't see my bad side.
I walk on a narrow path
I pray I don't fall,
I dialed a number to call the heaven
I pray God picks up the call.
I was told faith move mountains
But it's seem money's does that too,
The devil's crave for my heart,
He says com'here fool"
I'm gonna be fine
I guess with time.
Time is the currency I'm trading,
And all transactions remains pending.
Oh Lord
Let your will be done
Let it come before I'm gone.
I' ain't giving up on you
Cos you ain't doing that to me .
©®Tanmoy
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