30 June 2011

Growing Old.

You wanted to walk,
but you never learned how to crawl.
You wanted to speak,
 but you never learned how to talk.
You wanted to give,
 but you gave nothing at all.

All I had was the world in front of me.
I wanted you but you I couldn't see.
In my heart I could feel you pulling me.
The beauty is that when I'm Alone, I'm not alone.

We can resist.
We can resist.
God help us all,
we can resist.
We can break free.
We can break free.
God save us all.
We can break free.

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