I am the one last star
that keeps burning,
so brightly
till it fades into
the rising sun...
And if you see,
you'll see me shining
high above the sky...
I am the only one voice
in the cold wind,
that whispers...
And if you listen,
you'll hear me calling
across the sky...
Monday, September 26, 2005
Sundays not too bad afterall....
*at least for yesterday's*
Why??? Why am i such a fickle-r???
A gold medallist can explain for it....*winks*
moment enchanted @23:36
