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Just trying to be liberty,
But she can never find eternity
Of this lonely life.
And on the end of the road,
She never found his way home
Only those strangers’ eyes saying,
That she’s a different one.
But even if nobody listen
On those strucking words that were spoken.
We will find the tears that are hiding
Racing in her soft cheeks falling.
Oh that she sometimes acts like a child
She sometimes lost her way to the end.
But nobody ever find
The truth ness of her heart
That she will always be a child.
Oh a child born in this world,
Fighting for what she believes in
Knocking happiness on this lonely hearts.
But those words were gone.
And in the end, nobody listen.
Here in our world
Its just nobody is perfect.
And it is hard to be good.
But even if nobody understand,
For she will always find in her,
Those eyes of the child hoping forever.
December 27, 2004
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Posted by lovelyann on 2008-05-09 00:44:58 | Rating: n/a | Views: 17
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