Feeling tired,
Feeling down.
Don't feel like wearing that wedding gown.
Leave the village today,
Hit the streets of tomorrow.
Leave it all behind
And you'll find it before you.
Don't scream,
Because they are here and they will listen.
Let them in and make your day.
Let the sun,
Burn your eyes.
Run away bride,
You will fight.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
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