Rain
Take my hand, run across the field
Hold on tight, till it yields
Trickling raindrops, what does it bring?
posted by Resurrected @ 09:04
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Resurrection
Crossroads are hard When the time comes to move Sometimes you crash hard Trying to stop the hands of time Which way do I go? Or should I not move at all? Stay rooted in time Stuck in the moment Should I turn back? And run into the arms Of old and safe Be content and sane Crossroads are hard Lead you to the unknown Either way we trudge Is sunshine over there? The crossroads don't tell Perhaps either way Its darkness all around
Saturday, November 05, 2005
Hold on tight, till it yields
Trickling raindrops, what does it bring?
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- Name: Resurrected
A young man from humble beginnings trying to make sense of this mind boggling world. Sometimes a perfectionist, mostly a dreamer. But finds it easier to be practical. Despise tardiness and dishonesty. Loves a good conversation or debate.
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