At some point of life,
We might be in sight,
As friends or enemies,
For love or blood,
To find or to get lost,
In this mischief world,
Forgive me for these words
But the world has thought me too much,
Much of it I canâ??t define,
May be my worlds are not right,
Letâ??s be friends,
In this mischief world.......
