quarta-feira, 22 de dezembro de 2010

Where's heaven?

She's sitting on the sidewalk and looking to the sky.
The hot summer wind hits her face and leaves an angry texture.
Where's heaven? She was supposed to be talking to angels.
Where's heaven? All she's looking for is happiness.
Where's heaven? She feels like in a prision.
What's the meaning of life?
Who's the guider? What's the map?
They'd told me if I wished it with my heart, I'd get it...
I did...
Wasn't love supposed to win?
Christmas will be season with salty tears.

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