Friday, April 16, 2010

Decay

We have short time to stay

Our nights are slipping far away

Caught up within bad memories

Our growth seems certain to decay

Now..this feelings so alive

But, as you or anything, we die

Lets stay here for a while

Eyes so round and bright we gently smile

Live for the moment, not the past

Why do we always fall so fast?

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