Nightingale

wasnt  what we had pious
as you said it was biased
you were an ambient fool
bricked under sins of cheat
what mother will he call
she too is someones doll
kept wet eyes and numb hands
because he was buried in badlands
why am i not with you
tell me there is nothing to undo

time didnt walk with him so what
yet hair turned grey so what
what love did he spoke
he says it by cigarettes smoke

his care , with everything she had
it was turning him mad

carrying in his sad heart
she kept him as a spare part

Speak for those who cant cry
because their life was a tie”

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