I will let the sun leave my sight.
To give the crescent moon a chance to shine.
And perhaps let the stars twinkle my lot,
as I go through a dark path.
Fears envolope my tears.
Fate checks my faith.
Never give up, never stop.
Mind that when the sun sets here,
surely the sun will rise somewhere.
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smells fishy ha, hahaha
Posted by lorraine at March 10, 2007, 2:11 am