There is a majestic quality
In everyone for all to see.
Some keep it hidden, some never realize
The magnificence they hold in others' eyes.
Ah, yes, life itself is the gift.
Though the memory, itself, Time doth sift.
And some might think the reverence gone
As those we love one by one pass on.
But the intricacies Fate doth weave
In commemoration for all who grieve.
Are the blessings given to rebirth
From souls no-longer of this earth.
At first notice I came undone,
My father staring at me through my son.
But, now, in joy I ascertain
Through him, my father lives again.
I look to heavens' resounding grace
Renewed appreciation of life and my place.
Knowing as each newborn child opens their eyes
The miracle continues, no one really dies.
(Michael Anderson)
I've hunted near, I've hunted far
I even looked inside my car.
I'v
When I am without her,
the sun doesn't shine as brightly.
When I am without her,<
कुछ छोटे सपनो के बदले,बड़ी नींद का सौ
दोस्ती दर्द नहीं खुशियों की सौगात है,
तीन-चार फूल है,
आस-पास धूल है,
बा
She wants a man
I can be that man
I will treat her right
as right as a sh
A million stars up in the sky.
One shines brighter - I can't deny.
A love so prec
वह देश, देश क्या है, जिसमेंलेते हों
All of my life
I was living in a lie.
It seems that my childhood
has flow
राजीव: ऐ दिल तू क्यों रोता है…!!!
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