samedi, mars 29, 2008

Little boy dream

Life long dream
A little boy home
Shattered at a too young age
For he hoped to young

This fantasy already gone
What's left of all his ideals?
What's left of worthy to fight for
Is it worthy to fight at all?

Little man got big
But still sometimes
When he watch the rain outside by the window
His cheek become the glass.

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