Dreaming of you makes my night worthwhile,
Thinking of you makes me smile,
Being with you is the best thing ever,
Only am not allowed to really love you...
Staying silent is really a torture
Talking to you keeps getting confusing
Missing you seems like just an unfair happening
But geography makes it a no choice at all
Am here mining for my daily bread
With blistered palms, with sweaty work rags
Sleeping on a shabby bed, beside jovial pals
But sleeping with a lonely, shattered heart
I pray for you more than for myself
Hoping you find solace and peace without me
If I die in this rocky hole before end year
I hope at least one of these letters reach you
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