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...
Friday, January 27, 2006
if you're not going to help yourself,
noone's gonna help you.
if you're not going to cherish,
others gonna do it for you.
moment enchanted @17:33
