Monday, January 18, 2010

strayed away

one quiet night i looked at the mirror
guessed who's there..
another night,
why does he still be there?
i asked him softly, he didn't say anything
yet until i broke the mirror,
and he screamed hardly

who am i?
i can't recognise myself
i am lost in a twisted labyrinth
there's nothing inside
no one i could see, no answer i got

i found the light in the end
and i run and run faster to reach it
seeing YOU standing so bright
and i am ready to be saved

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