Am a lost ship in the open wide ocean
Come back to hold my oars and give me a direction
Since the time you left my hand
I only wake up to an empty barren land
The silence is deafening
The darkness making me blind
I want to laugh out loud
But there seems no reason why I must try
My eyes are red, they want to pour
But alas! There’s no one to feel its roar…
I count the days and pray for it to end
Hope she arrives before my days are over….
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