What's a miracle if life itself is not
And so another page is turned
I pray I understand what's happening
But if anything, I do know this
I'll be the best I can
Nothing is forever in life
But a memory believe it`s true
And when I gaze in the rain
Two hundred twenty-two days of light
Will be desired by a night
A moment for the poet's play
Until there's nothing left to say
If everything could ever feel this real forever
What darkness lies inside
inside my mind
I may never find all the answers
I may never understand why
I may never prove
What if I say that I'll never surrender to find the answers?
domingo, 7 de marzo de 2010
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