Don't ever give up with me, the heavenly Soul,
Though on way of life, act to be a ghoul,
It's only belief on you, which keeps me alive,
With all the downs in life, shall revive.
Pray for only your support, the utmost happiness.
Immature heart's deeds, wishes to confess,
Not for any material stuff, sympathy or a pity,
But the immense pleasure, to suppress mental debility.
Desires to close my eyes and just follow behind you,
As a small immature kid, that's all I know.
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