don't you knowDon't you know don't you hear that the stars are counting down to the day this world part away Hear the whisper See the whisper wind is talking about the green stream's change it's changingdon't you know
it's beginning and as the ground is shaking
can you hear the old man's words saying goodbye to his friends and relatives
cause he's going far far away and 'I'll be going first' he said 'Catch you later on the other side'.
Can't you feel it can't you hear it when the wind is playing a different tune more melancholic to saying good
like how it used toShe used to see, the little girl with waist-length hair Far away glazes, searching for something across the distantlike how it used to
I used to see, the black haired head outside the balcony Uncertain eyes looking for the day its fantasy would be fulfilled Outside the cement step, a lonely little dot waiting for the day its dream comes true With the harsh winter night as company, it looks for its star up in the empty sky
She used to hear, the soft humming of a nameless tune A cute little prayer, praying for a wish that so far in the future
I used to hear, the silent cry of a dying dream
i writei write with fingers flying on the old keyboard my brother bought with the little money he saved with emotions rolling inside my confided brain, begging to be free of the darknessi write
with the words that appeared on the computer screen i write with images flashing through my head, the banging of buried memories on wooden door everything anything nothing i write with words running through my brain there was never enough the speed is too slow and the wave comes crashing down on me everything is never enough, nothing is ever enough, i write with craving of a hungry man craves for food, the passion of
used toI used to have a dream, a dream of which I should had forgotten Yet it keeps coming back, poking my head when the stars started to twinkleused to
I used to have a dream, of a dream which should be buried in the past A dream used to keep me company, on a cold starless night, with the heart retching coughs, and the hot salty liquid on my face. It was a dream, a selfish dream of a five years old child, wishing for a better day tomorrow, wishing for the yelling will stop and the shouting at night won't be the last sound she hears before going to sleep It was a dream surrounding by doubt, yet it keeps growing, alone i
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tell all your friends.
i miss the time when everything
was beautiful & nothing hurt.
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... I'll write sincerely yours and sign my name...
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'!everybody knows that life can be wonderful!'
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this problems will be solve ? YES
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