Me

by jennet   Jul 20, 2007


The world is not enough for anyone
not for you and for me
There's always a sound of wishes
that uplifts the dying sun
Let it for a time of sympathy
This deafening sound ends
and let me found peace
Let not my call fallin anxiety
For a moment of silence, a moment of peace

Sometimes, we get weary
from fighting the lightnings of life
Let them say I'm weak
Let them say...
But the thing is
they don't know me
and,
nobody can ever spell the word me

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