Monday, December 15, 2008

On That Special Day

I do appreciate,
That God made me in these state,
To walk not in sorrow
But like a mallet and a barrow.

To mold my whole being,
and to thank all the small things,
I may have all the confidence,
people may hate my occurrence.

I live my life with love,
Oh God's grace of you, from above,
getting things on the right time,
a blood with a drop of lime.

Drink these alcohol all night,
yet tomorrow will be the same right?,
deceiving thy mind and heart,
causes illness to this human part.

On that special day,
I gave that rose away,
To free myself from prison,
accused me for one or more several reason.

Not expecting so much from a she,
a growing flower to take those thorn,
friendship wanted to be reborn,
true love will remain unto me,
On that one SPECIAL DAY.

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