lunes, 27 de junio de 2011

My road

I'm sure your tears can not wet me,
I know you'll never be with me,
And despite I used to love you,
I won't be there anymore,
Everything's running in my favor,
And I'll take advantage of it,
Is my time, is my choice,
I decide when to run,
I decide how to walk,
Cause it's my sublime turn,
And it may seem I'm alone,
Bleak in the road,
But no, I'm not,
I've a shelter named God,
To your tears I'm mackintosh
So I prefer to enjoy the rainfall.

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