the wait
some things were meant to live
somethings were meant to fly
i was meant to be left behind
you were meant to said goodbye
still you're my east and my west
you'll be my south and my north
you'll be forever in my mind
until the sun goes back and forth
you'll be the last thing i'll forget
when i am gone and all were burnt
when i am old and you are wise
until god forbid this world to turn
some things were meant to fade
some things were meant to fly
i was meant to wait for you
you were meant to said goodbye
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