I am a lonely path of broken dreams, it is a heaven that I am searching for.
All these stars seem soo dull to me, it is the moon that I am searching for.
Happiness is so angry at me, its Life that I'm searching for.
There is a crowd around me at all times, it's a Friend that I'm searching for.
My life if just like path, its a destination that I'm searching for.
Don't know what is it that I've lost, may be its ME that I'm searching for.!!


-- Sent by Lynx long time back

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