I will lend you my shoulder for you to cry on, my ears to listen to you, my hand for you to hold, my feet to walk with you but i can not lend you my heart because it already belongs to you.
Man sees Sardar-G
standing in d midle of
a huge feild of grass
& notices, He is jst
standing dere,doing
nothing, luking @
nothing
Man asks: Sardar-G
wh8 r U doing ?
Sardar-G: Em trying 2
win a noble prize
Man: How?
Sardar-G: Well I heard
they give d noble prize
2 ppl who r
outstanding in their
feild.. ;->
