Hurt
There is nothing in this world
Where aim of life is something new.
Where love is pretention
affection is money,
trust a dream and
attachment is dew.
There is nothing in my view.
In every side of life now
only dark clouds blew.
We lost all things nothing is new.
We have to leave all in which We grew,
Patience, patience give us a few.
O my Father! O my Lord!
We beg nothing now from you.
Where aim of life is something new.
Where love is pretention
affection is money,
trust a dream and
attachment is dew.
There is nothing in my view.
In every side of life now
only dark clouds blew.
We lost all things nothing is new.
We have to leave all in which We grew,
Patience, patience give us a few.
O my Father! O my Lord!
We beg nothing now from you.
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