Maybe that's ok
Return to their own way, not pain, not death. Pay the price, so there are only a smile, a result, called the political arena. Goodbye, the ups and downs of the red, the resurrection, and who can truly experience. When the fruit is planted, and now the final between the wrong is difficult to choose. I hope you don't forget, we had to write down the blessing, in a world of the troubles of the dust, only hope that each other better, only you good, I can feel at ease. Sometimes ask myself, is old, began to miss the beauty of the past, want to come now, those are the memorial of the life deep, because those feelings have spread between the heart, because the waiting, crazy, our life is abundant. In the evening, as if all the dust has settled, I like listening to the sound of the finger tapping…