Saturday, February 5, 2011

everyday i hear stories of another land,
from the mouth of a special friend,
never once i stop my pretend,
for i know she want to visit that land.

her cries of tear i listened,
the laughter from her i made,
though deep inside he's broken..
that's all he could do in his state.

day by night the light isn't bright..
imagine holding that pain inside..
to listen about that land you sought..
just wished it was here... my side.

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