When passing through the problems
All the way alone,
My soul wants something
That can ease its pain
When mental torture is severe
Grabbing each tear from eyes,
My soul eagerly waits for something
That can heal its wound
Weeping wailing day and night
Holding broken pieces of heart,
My soul urges for something
That can give comfort
Being haunted by nightmares
Being stabbed by a knife,
My soul pleads for something
That can make it feel nice
The thirst for happiness
Never ending hopes to be fulfilled,
My soul wants to be
Lost in woods forever………..
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