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Vagabond
My broken sad heart.
Nothing cheers him up.
Wishing to help him,
I told him to stop crying.
And he answered me.
“ I suffer for her”
“And without her love”
“I am just a vagabond”
My heart is a vagabond in this world.
Maybe he’ll find his love.
My heart is a vagabond with no route.
He won’t stop until he finds the one he loves.
My broken sad heart.
I tried explaining to him.
That in the game of love,
Sometimes you lose.
My heart is a vagabond in this world
Maybe he’ll find his love.
My heart is a vagabond with no route
He won’t stop until he finds the one he loves.
Nothing cheers him up.
Wishing to help him,
I told him to stop crying.
And he answered me.
“ I suffer for her”
“And without her love”
“I am just a vagabond”
My heart is a vagabond in this world.
Maybe he’ll find his love.
My heart is a vagabond with no route.
He won’t stop until he finds the one he loves.
My broken sad heart.
I tried explaining to him.
That in the game of love,
Sometimes you lose.
My heart is a vagabond in this world
Maybe he’ll find his love.
My heart is a vagabond with no route
He won’t stop until he finds the one he loves.
Published 5th Mar 2023
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