I really thoughtI was suffering and I was so scareDid not knew the worstThen,ThenI travel on their road as MeAnd I was paying every moment of my existence as a penaltyLike if I have to pay for being allowed to ride withThem,I need to pay becausethey indeed are allowing me to ride
This is nothing but the true before MeAnd before many that loose their way and hope on being like themtheir spirit got sad and dry,The roads to travel on for themGrow grass and dustnobody knew there were other roadsmany paths to peace and happiness were not discovered,And the most important ones vanished after waiting for long time,Then I knew the worstI was allowing themTo believe we all willBut I am the beginningThe light who will bringAll the others like me to build beautiful,strong and peaceful roads.By The Shortfellow03/01/12
Monday, January 30, 2012
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment