Saturday, February 12, 2011

The yelling is unbearable, too loud
My head pounds, yet I am happy.
There's no mistake when your undertook by love
Your fingers are cold, your breath is shaky, but your live.
Your Earth is breathing, your ground is sighing,
Yet you make no mistakes, you're nimble.

Rescuing the unforgiving soul is nothing less than a mission,
A mission of the mind.
Smile and you'll find you're open
The whisper of your heart is unnerving,
maybe you can do this,
maybe you cant

Either way you'll always know
I Love.

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