My Fathet God.
When my future got bright
I will fly like a kite
But anyone cut my rope
There will no remains anymore hope
who will be my scope
There is only one my lord
My father god.
© From the library of heaven
I will fly like a kite
But anyone cut my rope
There will no remains anymore hope
who will be my scope
There is only one my lord
My father god.
© From the library of heaven
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