It's
no use crying
When
life is broken
There
is nothing could be done
It's
just the praying for a soul
Down
in the sea
The
coldness engulf the body
The
fishermen found her
Dead
in the floating water
The
Maritime officials came
Picked
her body up sent for post mortem
The
police didn't find any foul play
She
could die of suicide
Why
go this way?
Living
has all kind of problems
It
is never easy to handle it
It
is a test of faith
Not
all problems can be solved
Some
may have to defer for sometimes
But
it will find the answers on the right times
But
don't go to the dark side
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