Friday, July 24, 2009

Let the ground beneath you sink you in,
its the mold that you are that makes you live.
Chasing fake dreams and wooden people,
its the song within that keeps you alive.


the million different faces that stare at you,
in the crowded streets, all walking alone.
Its the memories of a laughter holds the life within,
A million dreams that you make and see,
its only the mold that keeps you going on.

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