Prisoners of your thoughts
Neither can I cry Nor i make others
love is something i like to spare
love is something i like to spare
Its your pleasure when you give
Its their love when they receive
For Love is not whatever you give
it is what you should give is Love
Parched land would love some water
A parched soul some comfort
comfort is not what can you give
It is what you should give is comfort
Soul or land crack up left untended
For they fail when no one crack them up
Souls evolve from being sad
Tragedy is when none care
Souls are birds let them fly
Bound by experiences they cry
prisoners of your thoughts they are not
Let it fly let it fly let it fly
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