Dedicated to the soft and delicate
one(s)
This is not the end, my friend,
Just a turn and not a dead end.
See how life gives its twists and
turns?
The Protector hurts and gives
heart burns!
The past is past,
It is the future we must fix,
Take the ashes of the heart burn
And rise like the phoenix!
For this is not the end, my friend,
Just a turn and not a dead end.
They say we must pay for all our
sins,
For grief and pain caused to our
kith and kin,
But it is not your time to go,
You are here to stay,
Rejoice as you will live,
To die another day!
For this is not the end, my friend,
Just a turn and not a dead end.
©
Nitesh Kotecha
