To that kid who sketched a Father's Day card and sits by the window sill waiting for his Daddy to return...someday.
To that guitarist by the roadside who plays the same song written by him waiting to record an album....someday.
To that old lady whose trembling fingers caress a picture and her weak eyes that yearn to see her one grandchild...someday.
To that boy who buys his friend her favorite chocolate everyday waiting if she would feel the same...someday.
To that inmate who never committed a crime, looking out through the prison window and wishing if he could run free on those fields...someday.
To that soldier whose love might still be waiting for him to return...someday.
To that humble researcher whose work will save lives of millions waiting for that one approval.
To that parent whose child is battling it out in a hospital and waiting to take them home hale and hearty...someday.
To that little girl whose dreams go far back to her Aaita and Ma waiting to make it on her own...someday.
To that guitarist by the roadside who plays the same song written by him waiting to record an album....someday.
To that old lady whose trembling fingers caress a picture and her weak eyes that yearn to see her one grandchild...someday.
To that boy who buys his friend her favorite chocolate everyday waiting if she would feel the same...someday.
To that inmate who never committed a crime, looking out through the prison window and wishing if he could run free on those fields...someday.
To that soldier whose love might still be waiting for him to return...someday.
To that humble researcher whose work will save lives of millions waiting for that one approval.
To that parent whose child is battling it out in a hospital and waiting to take them home hale and hearty...someday.
To that little girl whose dreams go far back to her Aaita and Ma waiting to make it on her own...someday.
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