lunes, 9 de abril de 2012

I won't give up [?]


When I look into your eyes
It's like watching the [blue] sky

How old is your soul?

[I won't give up]
Even if the skies get rough
I'm still looking up

And when you're needing your space
To do some navigating
I'll be here patiently waiting
To see what you find
.
.
.
I don't wanna be someone who walks away so easily
I'm here to stay and make the difference that I can make...
Our differences they do a lot to teach us how to use the tools, 
the skills we've got 

And in the end, you're still my friend at least we didn't tend
for us to work we didn't break, we didn't burn
We had to learn, how to bend without the world caving in
I had to learn what I got, and what I'm not

And who I am

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