How would it be
Don’t ask me
Though I am being strong
But don’t know if it would carry for long
It would be ages far away
Just don’t want it to be a dismay
There would be washing away waves
There would deserted dark caves
N there would be lost me
hanging between future n destiny
Wish everything turns out good to see
N not a nightmare for my testimony
just taking life as it unfolds, finding answers to truths untold, striving hard to talk to my heart and soul, and trying to figure out - this mystic society and my inhumane role
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
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