Friday, February 20, 2009

Black Hole

As I walk down the city

The pavements start to lose its beauty

Coz every little step increases the pain

How can I possibly stop the rain?

When all I can see is a train

 

The walls we built

Keeps on adding to our guilt

How can we possibly restore?

The foundation we had before

Tell me more, to complete this metaphor

 

The stars in the night

That use to be our guiding light

Is now starting to fade

Can you give me this aide?

That I’ve been wanting to be made

 

Bring me back to reality

Where I can regain my stability

For I don’t know exactly how

To continue with this vow

That is killing me now

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