Maybe someday
there will be a way
Pain will be forgotten,
The Wicked Queen's poison apple will rotten.
Life will merrily carry on.
Tears will be gone,
as if we live in a fairytale.
Every inhale will be followed with an exhale.
There will be no suicide;
the dead girl will live to be a bride.
Everyone can go and life in their dream castle
without any facile.
Changing the world is something that together we can do,
because chances like these are few.
Together as a population,
happiness can bloom like a carnation.
The pedals will spread
as if they were sewn with the perfect thread.
We can all reach for the stars,
to fade the scars.
Jul 6, 2012
Jul 6, 2012 at 11:54 AM UTC
Maybe someday
there will be a way
Pain will be forgotten,
The Wicked Queen's poison apple will rotten.
Life will merrily carry on.
Tears will be gone,
as if we live in a fairytale.
Every inhale will be followed with an exhale.
There will be no suicide;
the dead girl will live to be a bride.
Everyone can go and life in their dream castle
without any facile.
Changing the world is something that together we can do,
because chances like these are few.
Together as a population,
happiness can bloom like a carnation.
The pedals will spread
as if they were sewn with the perfect thread.
We can all reach for the stars,
to fade the scars.