I was your shadow before night came
You never skip my eyes before the sun lost it's fame
Now I'm hanging like ghost stem
Standing alone at midst of shame
I lost my chance as your ceremonial horse
You never came back like a hell coin toss
You have no idea how it feel without your kiss
Its more than what merchant feels when lose his purse
People say its good to hope for the best
But what makes good makes bad for the rest
Now my eyes shooting from east to the west
I can't be fine, No body but you shall quench mine soul's thirst.
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