Published on Sunday, April 25, 2010 by admin
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Round and round we get nowhere
With our heads down we don't see
And we don't know
What should we have to.
I saw before,how they seek
And how they die,they yearn;
Birds refuse to fly.
So,I can feel them
I so wish to be one of you again
But I'm dead,I'll not die again.
Force that I need it makes me feel so weak
To achieve my hopes
And seal my fate...