الجمعة، يونيو ٠٨، ٢٠١٢

Letting go

Written on the back of this photo: Guess Who?
Maybe it's time to let go of childhood dreams
Maybe I should accept that people grow up and apart
Maybe the small bits that we shared now seem too corny for our new found revolutionary packed maturity
Maybe I am being over dramatic ... but the heartache I feel is so real.

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  1. Across the evening sky, all the birds are leaving
    But how can they know it's time for them to go?
    Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming
    I have no thought of time
    For who knows where the time goes?
    Who knows where the time goes?
    Sad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving
    Ah, but then you know it's time for them to go
    But I will still be here, I have no thought of leaving
    I do not count the time
    For who knows where the time goes?
    Who knows where the time goes?
    And I am not alone while my love is near me
    I know it will be so until it's time to go
    So come the storms of winter and then the birds in spring again
    I have no fear of time

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  2. what thought have i, if i do not scratch with pen and chirp with voice ?

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