Whole buildngs were destroyd
People were running here n there
Things were stolen
There was a bomb blast
Bleeding all over me
It was not stopping
No cure was found
an aids was found in it
Wht a nightmare I saw
Lend me ur hand to pull me up
To think of new world
To cherish me
M I dreaming or I found cure
Its not in my hand
Its lost sumwhere
Then I saw a sweet whispering
It was there n I was lost again
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