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...
Sunday, March 05, 2006
my heart's not beating too fast, not too slow
never felt so carefree since the past few months.
i've heard enough, said enough.
i'll still listen but i wont say.
time?!
i've been giving and have been wasting.
promises and hopes are nothing to me now.
still!
i give promises to, but i wont accept from.
i create hopes for, but i dont need from.
the past is for me to remember ;
the future is for me to create.
im ready, all ready

moment enchanted @19:32