Saturday, April 11, 2009
I listen to them as they listened to me
They tell me what they want, they tell me what they need.
And when autumn comes with the whispers of winter's wind
They dance through the air to the ground.
But don’t cry over their fate,
They know one day they will grow once again
Just like the phoenix from flames and ashes,
Singing a brand new song.
Posted by Destinee at 1:11 AM