On a piece of paper
There are lines and circles of you and me
Then, as I look deeper
Those smiles come flashing the air with great extacy
What will you do after that uniform does not longer wrap your body, your mind, and your soul?
I recognize those happy faces
Used to be innocent buds seeking out true traces
Some found obstacles
Some found miracles
Cest la vie , dear angels
What will you do after you're no longer sitting here with me?
Will the leaves whisper the same rhythm?
Whatever you do
God always be with you
By balebila
No comments:
Post a Comment