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Spiritual ignition...
By: Zartasha
Competition Year: 2013 Votes (0) | Comments (0) |
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O lift me up from the thorns of life, I bleed, I bleed, Yes I bleed.
O lift me up from the troublesome storm
Vague, wilder, a horrible dorm
Where hopes are crushed,
Where dreams are snatched,
Where wills are gulped,
I don't want these bleeding life
Yes!
O dear! O friend! O lift me up from the thorns of life,
I bleed, I bleed, yes I bleed.
O lift me up from the scorching heat,
Where tones of different tracks and beats!
Where peace is scolded,
Where dreams are folded,
Where soul is moulded,
Into a piteous amalgam,
I don't want this bleeding life ...
Alas! O friend, O dear, O a great help
O lift me up from the thorns of life, I bleed, I bleed, Yes I bleed.
O lift me up from the painful weeds,
From doubts, pains and baseless heeds,
Where one is deprived of basic needs,
A basic life, a freshly mead,
I don't want this bleeding life...
Giving me weeps and deep sighs!
Yes, O dear, O a great help!
O lift me up from the thorns of life, I bleed, I bleed , Yes, I bleed.