Monday, November 07, 2005
As I walk down the city street
I looked up the blue sky-blue
And paint my face with a smile
Feeling the cold breeze passing through my hair
Even though the news shouts out
That the world is dangerous…
There’s nothing we can do but to move on..
Like birds with broken wings,
After the wound heals they still fly and
Move on……
Posted at 01:22 pm by orange_girl