Coursing in my veins is disguise,
I am confused of being dead or alive.
Stakes are high, clamouring for justice,
but, what about the pain which still persist.
Is this the end or the start,
will it allow or sink the shaft.
Hope on horizon is murmuring in my ears,
blending truth with my utmost fear.
Its time to reclaim the lost glory,
Letting go of the singing canary.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
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It is the start and Its time to reclaim glory. Very good written dear :-)
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