Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Past of Lachrymose

Teach me to be free
Hope me well while getting down on a broken knee
This pain is salty
This mind is healthy

I pay more for a peace
Yet peace won't make them inglorious
But how if last night I was everybody's tease?
To me only they were delirious

Will I fall or hang on the cloud nine?
My fate's never been clued even by a star
But I'm believing, then I'm fine
I'll die my death on a sacred war
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