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by Laith Jul 4, 2007 category : Life, society / meaning of life
The story goes without an end So do this life till the souls are sent Ive felt the rush of the hour The over welling and the power My mind tells me this land is ours We shouldnt kill then grow flowers Jaded by the human desire The anger, hate and the fire I dont think that my life youll admire These confusions take us much higher The story goes on while we move on But suddenly you love and suddenly youre alone The love I couldnt understand The loneliness and holding the hand The thoughts are spinning as a fan I hate to say it but theres no man The words might finish but the thoughts might not Sometimes its hard to heal the final cut