amidst turmoil rains
pouring at midnight,
your hurting again..
do you wish as I do
for myself,
to be out of sight?
b'cause I don't know,
where I strayed
from being right?
but then,
I'm blind to my faults indeed
show me the way despite..
pouring at midnight,
your hurting again..
do you wish as I do
for myself,
to be out of sight?
b'cause I don't know,
where I strayed
from being right?
but then,
I'm blind to my faults indeed
show me the way despite..
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