I ll Come

I feel sometimes so old and shabby,
But life is shiny, sparkling new.
My wound still hurts, right where you stabbed me,
And in the end I'll come to you.

I'll come, profound and full of wisdom,
And my request for you remains -
Unbind me, save me, give me freedom
Of treacherous and heavy chains.


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I can be proud of you... And will... :-)))

Гозалишвили Василий   10.11.2002 08:46     Заявить о нарушении
I do hope you liked it... thank you. :-)

Celena Costello   10.11.2002 22:08   Заявить о нарушении