Sunday, February 8, 2009

8th February 2009 - Sunday@0008hrs

I can think of days when living for our life
Was everything anyone could want to do
Though I could never see tomorrow
But I was never told about the sorrow

I can still feel the breeze that rustles through the trees
And misty memories of days gone by
Though we could never see tomorrow
No one said a word about sorrow

How can you stop the rain from falling down?
How can you stop the sun from shining?
How can you mend a broken heart?
How can a loser ever win?

What makes the world go round?
How can you save this fallen soul?
Please save me and let me live again...