GUITAR OF LIFE
Alas!The guitar of my life is broken
Why live without my sweetheart
Thorns are in heart and all over the body
And I have no sleep suffering in agony
I am a Bird devoid of wings
I can not fly even if I desire
And death is much better
Than living the life of suffering
I have no solace and no help
I suffer like fish out of water
And memories of past cause great agony
How do I live with memories my past
Alas ! the guitar of my life is broken
Why live without my sweetheart
Thorns are in heart and all over the body
And I have no sleep suffering in agony
I am a Bird devoid of wings
I can not fly even if I desire
And death is much better
Than living the life of suffering
I have no solace and no help
I suffer like fish out of water
And memories of past cause great agony
How do I live with memories my past
Alas ! the guitar of my life is broken
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