hope it rains all night, all day for you to see each scribble that lay

Friday, January 16, 2004

World without you

i'm glad you are a song
i once wanted to sing
i'm grateful for every melody
i made each word cling.
back then you are every sunrise
i waited day by day
and now you made each sunset
a dawn of mournful play.

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