As she sit on a chair, wondering why the moon looks so pale
As it sits in the sky, with a glowing light to share;
She thought about a thousand stars doing the same
While her feelings of sadness drips down with the rain
Oh how could it be, she said "what am I to the world?"
"If a line is strong enough then I'll scream to be heard"
Her heartbeat's raising holding so much emotions
And her lips are shaking, a silent expressions
Trapped inside,a thousand words waiting to let go
Breaking the silence was harder than she knows
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 6:14 AM UTC
As she sit on a chair, wondering why the moon looks so pale
As it sits in the sky, with a glowing light to share;
She thought about a thousand stars doing the same
While her feelings of sadness drips down with the rain
Oh how could it be, she said "what am I to the world?"
"If a line is strong enough then I'll scream to be heard"
Her heartbeat's raising holding so much emotions
And her lips are shaking, a silent expressions
Trapped inside,a thousand words waiting to let go
Breaking the silence was harder than she knows
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