I can hear your holy call
from the next pole of earth.
This is not something miracle
Meant real love,
like a furnace of open hearth...
Where the words melted in a twinkle.
Where the feelings are rectified
Hearing your holy call
where the commitment
growing up avoiding all sentiment
to reach sky
don't say shy!
This is truly love of unseen
When you call me from next part of life
I can hear your voice very clean
When you say you know me
When you say you not know me
I say
know you before my birth
I know you very well and clearly
I can hear your call
from the next pole of earth
What I hard you calling
from million years ago of my birth.
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