Our eyes
Eyes full of tears
Tears carried with pain
Pain of old memories
Memories about sweet dreams
Dreams that had hopes
Hopes of living in peace.
Peace full of blood
Blood of innocent people
People living ordinary lives
Lives handled with care
Care about children
Children were you and me.
Tears carried with pain
Pain of old memories
Memories about sweet dreams
Dreams that had hopes
Hopes of living in peace.
Peace full of blood
Blood of innocent people
People living ordinary lives
Lives handled with care
Care about children
Children were you and me.
posted by attawie at Sunday, December 11, 2005
2 Comments:
Our eyes, our children, our future-
gifted... thats you :)
keep writing my dear and so will I :)
thank you.. You too
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