Saturday, 18 June 2011


I pray to God to keep you safe
Either you are out or sleep at home
I ask to God to take care of you
Either you are here or in Rome
I wish to say that you are mine
But with sadness and a cold sigh
I lock my mouth and wait for the day
When God will give me chance to say
Until then I am praying and wishing
That God make you soft and willing.

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