Thursday, 28 October 2010

I Can't Touch What is Mine

Those walls built in the morning
While i woke up from the white death
Blocking up the warm light of the morning sun
I try to looking for a little window there
My soul back into cold
Without those warmth touch my cold hands
I realize.....
That my heart too weak to build just a little window there
Tell me why??
I just felt that warmth of morning sun just for two days
And now my life back into cold and bleak.....
Beg for some warmth in this cold morning..

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