Thoughts of mine move in a chain- with an even pace, And so they don’t come out from my chest, Thus, they make whirling pain. If I had let them out, I would have become thoughtless, As well as painless. Once pains gone I will be at ease- Ease with …
If I could know what makes you love I would have told others. If I could know what makes you help others I would have told others. What makes you kind enough I don’t know. What makes you pray to God I don’t know. How you do so I don’t …
For you, I can hold your hand So that you don’t slip, But can walk on the ground. For you, I can give you my shoulder and chest, Where you can place your head for rest. I can dig the earth for you, So that you can quench your thirst …
