
It’s about my mom
Who beared the depression bomb
It’s about her life
That was in a depressed strife
It all started from Facebook
And ended up in a storybook
Books and music were her favourite
So I used them as a bait
I kept her busy with books
Which helped in improving her looks
I kept her busy in music
She forgot the life that was acerbic
Even doctors failed
But I never paled
Used all my ways
To bring back happy days
Finally after years she recovered
There was something I discovered
If you have a willing power
You can set alive a dead flower
Where every power ends
Only human power defends
Only human power defends
Perfectly written
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Thanks bro
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Fantastic bro
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Remarkable
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Thanks alot
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This was just invigorating mr manal. Who could relate this if not me. I am gracious to have dash through this composition. Your mother appears to be a beautiful being and so do you.. keep going keep growing..✌✌😊😊
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Your kind words warmed my heart😊
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