lunes, 11 de julio de 2011

My Dreams



At first, I had many dreams:
Of flying, of shining,
Of smiling and laughing.
I wanted to bring peace;
I wanted to bring love;
And make my voice heard.
But nobody listened,
Nobody cared.
Everyone laughed at me,
Threw me aside,
And buried any memory of me.

Now, I just want to be happy.

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