Till The End
Where’s my soul
Where’s my life
Somewhere too far away from home
I wish I could dream again
Like a child running in the pouring rain
With no worries
With no pain
My mind is lost now between two worlds
I want to come back to my childhood
And never return from there
This is my hope
And then I can survive till the end
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| The Musician’s Theme Song | 0 | 10/03/2014 |
| Till The End | 0 | 03/20/2011 |
| So true | 0 | 03/20/2011 |
| Addictions | 0 | 03/20/2011 |
| Sharks | 0 | 11/13/2010 |
| Someone Else | 0 | 11/11/2010 |
| Miserable Fools | 1 | 07/06/2010 |
| The Past | 2 | 06/05/2010 |
| The Magic of a Sweet Dream | 1 | 05/31/2010 |
| Vain Hopes | 1 | 05/31/2010 |
| When the love becomes pain | 1 | 05/27/2010 |
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