Saturday, February 27, 2010

Maybe Memories

We choose to creat among the dreams of this wonder world,
Then to speak only to gasp an escape as it turns to nightmare,
But take my hand and I will hold yours tight,
Take my hand and I will take you to the light.

Hold on tightly,
Only to know that the light is you,
That shines the brightest through,
You are the warmth that warm my frozen days,
I promise you none speck of sand of the hourglass shall be waste,
But still taking our time with no haste.

We follow only where the shadow will lead,
Where there I'll show you the truth,
Behind the lies that gone brute.

We create our own story,
For our children to listen and sleep soundly.

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