this is for you(all), who posts herself here and theer and then sleeps without care ..saying thats how we are..So
words r play when, heart is pure an'
u know the shore is tooo faarr
weave a dream and, wear it free when
nothing is shy of our's
i love the way the kids feel amused, and how, their eyes get stuck on a thing bizzare
not many who lived were loved and loved, but we knw that we are...
So you may tell my story, of death and glory
do tell i waived smiling from too far
they must see the nights as beautiful wit' small lights
and belive in thier heroes as stars..
cause i love the way the kids,feel amused and how, their eyes get stuck on thing bizzare
not many who lived were loved and loved but we knw that we are...