counting stars is like counting days,
no one knows when to stop walking through a broken vase.
no one knows where you'd stop writing through papers,
and struggle life for living like beggars.
counting stars is like counting ages,
no one knows when you'd fall as you walk through edges.
no one knows where you'd fall jumping through clouds,
and buried through linen shrouds.
counting stars is like counting life,
no one knows when you'd stop breathing,
no one knows when your heart would stop beating.
and no one knows when God would take us home.
- ice
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 6:05 AM UTC
counting stars is like counting days,
no one knows when to stop walking through a broken vase.
no one knows where you'd stop writing through papers,
and struggle life for living like beggars.
counting stars is like counting ages,
no one knows when you'd fall as you walk through edges.
no one knows where you'd fall jumping through clouds,
and buried through linen shrouds.
counting stars is like counting life,
no one knows when you'd stop breathing,
no one knows when your heart would stop beating.
and no one knows when God would take us home.
- ice
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