I, remember of a time,
of when the people,
played and danced so gracefully,
they forgot the moments,
of which they wished they died.
Truth, is stronger than the rest.
It’s stronger than, the sign of hope,
it’s glimmering,
with stars that are greater than the sun.
You passed the test,but you don’t remember.Seasons changing,it’s always December.Clean the stitch,until you feel better.Go through the gate,until you you figure,what it’s all about. I wish
Are we waiting on you,or is it on me?This perfect piece of symmetry,is all I belong to believe And I don’t even know.And sometimes I don’t