Wants of life, and the ironies of love,
Of people’s strife to lock and keep.
Free is the soul, and so is its content..
And you thought a prison could keep?
A pair of blue eyes, and a smile that heralds,
Tiny feet and curly hairs that cover the eyes..
… Oh! I long for you more than ever!
Promise to you, promise to life..
You will come the day I am,
Struggling, fighting, kicking…
Everyday to claim my piece of life.
Someday I will.
And someday you will come… my shot at immortality.
You will live after me.
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