Mine

I still waiting for you,
My white Lord,
And I will waiting
For you always aboard.
Whoever you are,
Wherever you are
I don't care, adored.
You are and it's major.
All life I was looking
For you among the crowd
Of thousands passers in.
I've been wrong for
Too many times and
Worried about that thing.
I don't wanna hate horde
I'm tired and now
I'm just waiting.
Whenever we meet and how
I swear I will always ready
To give you all
You need and above.


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