Monday, July 02, 2007
Hear me
They are my friends. Loyal.
Never to change. Never to demand.
There won't be a single petal left on the roaring sea
With waves crashing abound on drastic rocks
Sails soon ripped from status and pride
Floods of fury rain in lines
But these still remain pure and light
Honest, loyal.
Never to change, never to demand.
