Wednesday, April 22, 2009

This is nothing.

When the day come,
I'll raise my hand,
Show some respect,
I will.

I want to see buildings grow as healthy grass,
Make us proud,
No longer old mind thinking,
Freely move around.

No more fighting,
No more enemy.

Breath deeply,
Smell the fresh air,
How amazing this world are,
Thank god.

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