Sunday, September 9, 2012

When..













 When everything seems to go wrong,
And the dark starts soaring high,
When no more I can breath,
When even the skies want to cry.
when I stumble upon every stone,
And my faith slowly starts to die.
Then..I just want to hold you tight,
until this night passes by...

Hope

Looking out of the window, as things pass by, Wishing we could survive this catastrophe. The one which looked impossible at first, But t...