....like wet cloths,
,on their lines, in pegs...
..holding on, waiting to dry...
yes, wait on me that way,
..my lines might be hunging..
,but trust... they are strong..
..strong to hold you on.
The sun is gona rise sooon..
...we are in darkness,
let us stare at the moon..,
,the beauty of it, before the blues..
...of our success come true..
So please hold on, on me..
like an unripe fruits,
On a tree, hunging,
..waiting to ripen up..
and picked, ready for sale..
,hold on to me...
one day al pick you..
,but I wont sell..
I will be as selfish as possible..
..when it comes to you..
And as you hold on to me..
,also remember to pray for me..
Please, and I promise al have faith..
..to move this moutain...
Be patient on me.. hold on to me..
,I love you...
ⓒ2015
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