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...

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