Friday, August 29, 2008

With You_* the early words

Sometimes I look out at the world and wish of somewhere else;
Somewhere calm n quiet where I can be myself.
Sometimes I space out and dream about that place,
Where noise and wars and scandals are NEVER quite the case.
Sometimes I look up at the sky and then look down at the snow;
And wonder if I’ll ever, pick up my heart and go.
Sometimes I think this sanctuary is to good to be true,
But this spot is always possible as long as I’m with you .

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