Where is my friend, my real friend?
I searched for him everywhere,
From the past, continuing today,
Without an end, I search for him.
Where are you, my friend?
Come and give me a hand,
I am nothing without you,
I am something with you,
They have started their game again;
I need your presence here once again;
They don’t allow the tiny buds to grow,
They mould them only for a show.
They want to keep them in a showcase
They place a price tag around their neck.
This is not the case of a bud here,
But the same case of all buds and flowers,
To make them bloom into a new world
Help them to fulfill their dreams
Before being crushed under their feet
I need a protector to save them.
Its you, only you, but where are you?
It’s too late, awake from your winter sleep,
Your presence may give their fragrance back;
May return those happy days once they had,
Feeling safe, they may smile again forever,
Their hearts may fill with enthusiasm and feel,
There is someone as a guardian angel,
To reduce the pain of their present birth.
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