For me, you were like a lucky charm
and so, I thought I must never see to harm.
Yet, as you went away taking the magic wand
I wonder, whether, again, I’ll be able to stand.
Things at my end are turning to be bleak
quickly passes the day and so does the week.
Now as support, since I longer have your hand
I wonder, whether, again, I’ll be able to stand.
It pains that then, I did nothing to make you proud
so that both of us could stand out in the crowd.
Though again, it may time for me to make you grand
I wonder, whether, again, I’ll be able to stand.
Every moment brings in a lot of unwanted apprehension
and how to lead life, for me, is the biggest confusion.
As to what spot of bother, I know not, I’ll land
I wonder, whether, again, I’ll be able to stand.
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