Thursday, 26 November 2009

The roses from life

The sky were clouded
The light were abscent
My life were merely breathable
Yes, nothing had any meaning

The clouds were my dangerous rules
The darkness were my hidden ruins
Ruins of a illusion I had for so long
A illusion of a life I wanted

The sky are quite blue
The sun smiles at me
My life is so precious
Yes, it is so beautiful

I will live prepared
I will fight future sorrows
I will keep my life clear
Yes, I will live my life
And my soul will not be sedated

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