Tuesday, November 24, 2009

After all we've been through,
there must be a way out
a way to love unconditionaly
a way to live,
a way to be proud.
After all that's said and done
let's find our next junction
where we can meet
without burning bridges
without feeling numb
let me be the fire that consumes your wood
and doesn't destroy
for all we've been through.

1 comment:

  1. eso de los puentes que se queman hace unos meses me traía loco, me gustan los versos