Till The End
Where’s my soul
Where’s my life
Somewhere too far away from home
I wish I could dream again
Like a child running in the pouring rain
With no worries
With no pain
My mind is lost now between two worlds
I want to come back to my childhood
And never return from there
This is my hope
And then I can survive till the end
Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.
Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| The Musician’s Theme Song | 0 | 10/03/2014 |
| Till The End | 0 | 03/20/2011 |
| So true | 0 | 03/20/2011 |
| Addictions | 0 | 03/20/2011 |
| Sharks | 0 | 11/13/2010 |
| Someone Else | 0 | 11/11/2010 |
| Miserable Fools | 1 | 07/06/2010 |
| The Past | 2 | 06/05/2010 |
| The Magic of a Sweet Dream | 1 | 05/31/2010 |
| Vain Hopes | 1 | 05/31/2010 |
| When the love becomes pain | 1 | 05/27/2010 |
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