when i take the ring,
the needs to think twice or thrice,
to almost everything i'm doing.
is everything.
now i'm rich,
with gold, smiles and words you preach.
there you stay,
with a promise, 'to trust anyway'.
remember,
when you pass me the ring,
you need to think twice or thrice,
to almost everything you're doing.
now you're a keeper,
don't be the player.
here i'm attached to a promise,
but why is she the one you miss?
then i realize,
promises are meant to be forgotten.
heart is meant to be broken.
if the heart isn't attached to the Deen and what He has spoken,
sure there's aversion.
so i lift the trust, faith and patience.
for all that have happened.
have you no compassion?
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