I was so mean
In the beam of light, i would lean
I couldn't feel the sunshine
I could not even know my life line
Of the crystal gardens on my way
I had to see the deserts anyway
In my rumbling home,
I felt I was under a zenith dome
I instantly felt a sunshine
In my own lane
That soothed me,
Holding my arm and my knee
Upon the hill top,
I tasted a dew drop
To me, life was so new
Which I could get only from a few
I found a need in my journey
It made open the lock of my life, giving a key
Do you know what the key is?
Tis friendship
Can you guess the need I got?
Tis my friend
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