THE BLEEDING SOUL by Fauzia Khan


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I am indebt to you for the many moments
The scurrilous and dead tokens

You filled my life with black hawks
I'm still waiting for the white doves to come

Were you my strenght or weakness
You always criticized my kindness?

I wish I could tear you apart
Death angel will do His part

You have cut me so hard so lot
That today I have a bleeding soul