We Have No Right To Ask When A Sorrow Comes. . . ''Why Did This Happen To Me. . . ?'' Unless
We Ask The Same Question For Every Joy That Comes Our Way. . .
some people don't understand the way i am, some are hurt by the way i talk, but what i can do if that's the real me, i am not perfect, but definitely not fake!
On The Shore Of LiFE
All Gud Relation Are Like Waves
They Come & Go
But
They Touch In Such A Way
That
A Feeling Of Closeness Alwayz Remains Forever . . .
