The rain remind me off my freedom, no one can hold...
I prop your smile up with sticks
as your tears wet the wood...
When The night seemed dark
you smiled...
Three years its been sense i thought
three years its been sense i spoke...
Where have my words gone
where do my thoughts go...
Pen touches paper
my mind clouds...
You took my arm in yours,
and from that point on i was yours...
The distance between us is non-existent
Yet words fall short of describing it...
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Your heartbeill melt away in the fire your honor and deeds will burn. All that will remain is the memories in the heads of those outside the flame |
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Change should not be feared, but encouraged. From change comes greatness and perfection. Change breeds heros, and sets about great good. |