Thursday, 25 August 2011

What should I do now?


Roses burn in this hot sun
My heart has been stolen
by something I don't even know
My throat closes and I begin to breath faster
For some reason unknown, I feel as sad as a blues song
For some reason unknown, I want to smile again tomorrow
Water pours and my tears dry
Believing this too shall pass, I try to hide
When I look to her eyes, it is my home, my shelter
The place I land and never take off
I will rise above the clouds and pray for better days
When my house feels like a movie
and I the center of the play
Didn't mean to hurt, not even make you cry
Roses burn in this hot sun
My heart shall be found by dawn.



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