song#12th

Song#12
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I'm driving on a road which remains unknown.
Silently, knowing nothing about the next stop,
quietly, maybe i will get lost soon.

without you, my hand is as empty,
music is still playing and my soul's still drfting.
Will you come to me and tell me,
that everything is going to be just fine.

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I'm flying along the rount which I have doubt.
gentely avoiding the coming storm,
slidely, maybe i will fall like a star,

without your poet i'm just helpless.
rain is still pouring and my wing is soaking,
will you come to me and tell me,
that everything is going t be alright.

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I'm singing a song which i over heard in nights.
whispering, the chord is going to fade,
softly, maybe it's the last song of life.

Will you stand by and hold me tight,
saying the prayer and tell me,
that everything has ceased in the beauty.

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If I'm going to rest my eyes,
when my day comes to an end,
melody will sneak into the night,
as the edge of island sinking into the ocean.

will you be there to wrap me in the cool dry places,
will you be the angle to balance my life,
will you be the warm arms i can rest myself.


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This song happened to me a few days ago when driving through a town which I haven't been to before.
The road was extremely quiet with dry grass and mud and sky was getting dark, all the sudden rain's falling on the windshield.

I fell into the memories, driving slowly. When look through our lives, our been throughs, our memories, they are more like a delicate game for us to break the rules, to create something new, to reminisce something old, to look forward to the different ending from each section, to wrap up old stuff, to get ready for the next part.

There are songs I've written, along with lyrics I named them in numbers.
Somehow I know this one is my song number twelveth, the last one.


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