With your decision, I always agree.
The pouring pain, I accept it all.
It's time to shine, For the miseries to flee,
Oh give me the strength, To break the wall.
My heart writhes in pain, Tears roll down the cheek.
Why are you laughing, sitting at the peak.
It's time for your test, not mine.
Take away the miseries, Bring back the shine.
©2010 Monica Verma
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