I know I’m not perfect
But this story doesn’t make sense
Why put me through it at all
When you know I’m gonna fall
...
Come with me on this journey,
Hold my finger and let me lead,
For we are on strange ways bound,
Where rainbows and silver stars are found.
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Lament Of A Sinner
I know I’m not perfect
But this story doesn’t make sense
Why put me through it at all
When you know I’m gonna fall
Why does it feel so weird
For you to see that this is real
Why must I sacrifice
When I know it’s not a worthy prize
Why let me carry on
When you’ve known it all along
I just wouldn’t survive
Without you to help me by
It’s not what it seems to be
This story of you and me
Not angels to obey
We’re bound to go astray
Arent you the shepherd that guides us all
Then why must you make us fall?
Your name is beautiful and beautiful poems, India, the land of magic and beauty - I hope you lasting success-Medhat
Hi asnaa. Beautiful poems