The stories to be told
The newer and the olds
The million miles to walk
A billion smiles to talk
The rhythm of blues
Hand in hand we move
A thousand laughters to be heard
The little sparrow with his pretty bird
Just by the lonely garden
No sorrys, no pardon
A thousand secrets to reveal
A tons of feelings to feel
Find me that lonely garden
To be have a dream done
Many weathers to be seen
The rain, the blossoms mean
Just by the lonely garden
Just by the lonely garden.
~Saqib
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