PLAGIATOR
The clouds move on, the earth turns grey;
The happiness I felt, has quickly gone away;
The whisper of the wind, seems to call my name;
I try to respond, but it seems I'm not the same;
Time elapses slowly, into the universe;
It's definitely not a pleasure, nor is it a curse;
Nothing seems to matter, no one seems to care;
I reached out to touch you, but you're not really there;
Everything I see, and everything I feel;
Sometimes seems like a dream, where nothing there is real;
I grasp onto reality, and try to play this game;
But every single thing, always remains the same;
The mist is finally fading, the truth is here to stay;
The illusions are finally passing, the lies have gone away;
But reason cannot save me, tears will not heal;
I've giving it some time, to see what will be revealed;
No one has the answers, no one holds the key;
I’m wishing for a miracle, that you'd belong to me;
Until then, I’m lost with my solitude
(i plag it from someone who must got it from somewhere)
From "orange"
Sunday, Oct 30 2005
The happiness I felt, has quickly gone away;
The whisper of the wind, seems to call my name;
I try to respond, but it seems I'm not the same;
Time elapses slowly, into the universe;
It's definitely not a pleasure, nor is it a curse;
Nothing seems to matter, no one seems to care;
I reached out to touch you, but you're not really there;
Everything I see, and everything I feel;
Sometimes seems like a dream, where nothing there is real;
I grasp onto reality, and try to play this game;
But every single thing, always remains the same;
The mist is finally fading, the truth is here to stay;
The illusions are finally passing, the lies have gone away;
But reason cannot save me, tears will not heal;
I've giving it some time, to see what will be revealed;
No one has the answers, no one holds the key;
I’m wishing for a miracle, that you'd belong to me;
Until then, I’m lost with my solitude
(i plag it from someone who must got it from somewhere)
From "orange"
Sunday, Oct 30 2005
posted by Nancy Margaretha | 2:04 AM
Comment:
The clouds have moved on...so obviously the seasons have changed...being gloomy all the time remembering the gone by happy seasons and not preparing for the coming seasons isn't wise and good for oneself only....your well-wisher...:) RAMY
Posted by: Ramesh | July 20, 2005 03:41 PM