Lead Me

From the concrete jungle of materialistic pleasures,
From the frenzy of amassing futile treasures,
From the constant fear of losing or winning,
From the endless cycle of falling and sinning,
From the darkness of blinding fame,
From the mindless, cut throat, bitching game,
From Hell,where emotions have died a brutal death,
From this air, that fills poison in every breath,
From pretensions and plastered smiles,
From heartbreaking wiles and guile ,
I can hear you….
One sane voice amidst all this insanity,
LEAD ME … I wait for you!

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If u dont get wat u want its a sign of either that u dint seriously want it or that u tried to bargain over the price.
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