I hold with bare hands a blue pen
I have a piece of paper that was there just then
The clock's waiting for an unforgetable scene
Of love and hope that was meant to be a dream.
I was there with blurred thoughts, a dashing light,
I was there with a story that never came off mind.
The clock's still waiting for an unforgetable scene
Of freedom and peace that was meant to be a dream.
I witnessed the reality, a harsh sight,
I viewed them all died from a fight!
The clock's still waiting for a story to be heard
Of an unforgetable love story but death deserved.
Friday, August 10, 2007
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