Wednesday, May 11, 2005

Hold On




I thought, it was never meant to be,

That you will never matter to me.
I could never run to you,
Wheather the days were bright or blue.
But you taught me the ways of life,
You taught me how to fight to survive.
You may think, I have left, I have gone.
But look around to see, I am still holding on.

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