I'm Your Friend And Not A Foe! ! !
Every night he steps out to gaze into the dark open skies,
a tear or two is always trying to get free from his eyes,
he thinks the heaven possesses an angel whom once he had,
waiting for that angel every night, is making him very sad.
Oh Pretty Cinderella, Please show up in the heaven above,
why did you leave after filling my heart with so much love,
you shared every sorrow with me when i did not need you,
now when i need, you don't show up, tell me what should i do.
Gazing into the moon light sky, i see so many stars shine,
i'm so perplexed, because i don't know which one is mine,
some say when someone dies, they become a star in the sky,
so angel why can't i see you though you have said a goodbye
Oh beautiful stars, even you guys know that my love is true,
tell me where is my angel, now that she is one among you,
i want to talk to her, tell her not to hide from me please,
listen to all these painful prayers i'm saying on my knees.
The night is passing by and the morning dew is due to fall,
i still haven't seen you, i guess you haven't heard my call,
i will never give up and tomorrow i will be showing up again,
the pain is there to see because for me it is hard to explain.
You might not be seen anymore, but you still live in my eyes,
life has become so lonely and you don't even seem to realize,
time is pulling me along with it, though i'm reluctant to go,
but please remember one thing, 'I'm Your Friend And Not A Foe'
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