Sunday, August 19, 2012

Flying up high, Pupa

What will be in tomorrow? I wonder How
Would it be rich, would it be poor
Would it be happy, Would it be sad?

Hard decision to make
Good? or Bad.
Can i fight against the wall?
Can i be strong when i fall?

There are all the slamming door,
What i need is just a open door, even a window,
For me to breath,
For me to see,
For me to believe

Give me a sun, let me shine.
Give me a hand, hold me tight,
Give me a shoulder, let me cry a river.

Bury the past me ,  hopeless, darkness,
A new me reborn.
Don't be so weak,

Remember, the flying pupa.


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