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    Roses Of Life

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    For your smile,
    I'd walk for miles

     

    For your touch,
    I'd give you so much

     

    For your kiss,
    I'd give you sheer bliss

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    For your hand,
    I will always understand

     

    For your love,
    I'd give all you can conceive of

     

     

     

     

     

     

     
     
     

     

     

     

     

     

    DREAMS


    I've dreamed many dreams that never come true
    I've seen them vanish at dawn
    but I've realized enough of my dreams, thank god
    to make me want to dream on


    PRAYERS


    I've prayed many prayers when no answers come
    though I waited so patient and long
    but answers come to enough of my prayers
    to keep me pray on

    TRUST


    I've trust many a friend who failed
    and left me to weep alone
    but I've found enough of my friends to be true
    to keep me keep trusting on

    GENEROSITY

     
    I've sown many seeds that fell by the way
    for birds to feed upon
    but
    I've held enough golden sheaves in my hand
    to make me keep swon on

    LIFE


    I've drained the cup of disappointment and pain
    and gone many days without a song
    but I've sipped enough incectar from the roses of life
    that make me want to live on

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     
     
     

     
     
     
     
     

    IHOPE YOU LIKE THIS ROSES

     

    YOUR`S

     

    HOTICE

     

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    WhY i CrY !

     

    Why

     

    I

     

    CRY 

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Sometimes I sit and cry
    Alone in my room
    Sometimes i look out the window
    Staring at the moon

    Sometimes I shout inside my head
    But no one seems to hear
    Sometimes I try to run around
    And get the hell out of here

    Sometimes I feel guilty
    For getting myself this way
    Sometimes I hide it
    Lock it all away

    Sometimes I pretend to smile
    When I'm crying deep inside
    Sometimes it drives me mad
    I'm sick from all the lies

    Sometimes when I'm really low
    I just wish I could die
    But I know It's not an option
    So that's why I sit and cry

     

     

     

    yours

     

     

    HOTICE

     

     

     

     

     

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