If I could catch the moments,
when in my arms, like an angel she slept...
when I held her in my arms, when as a baby she wept...
when she lemme correct her, and behaved like an inept...
If I could correct the moments,
when she xplained the things to me, but i was as stubborn as a rock,
when I kept on hurting her, all round the clock...
when she needed me there and, I couldnt be her support...
Now its her smile for which i pine...
like a sweet little girl of mine...
but things didnt go the way i was tryin...
and i land up tryin hard to make things fine....
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