Friday, October 14, 2011

Sprig in the falls

Oh those old ones
keep pushing me on
As if  I am dead just like them

Let me furl my wings in this wind
I am new and strong
Wetness and freshness is my name
not like you who is now withering down
flying away to be wasted

To live forever is my destiny
why should I be pulled down
you were fool enough
wind blew you away
Trick is the tool of the survivors
See, me do it

Oh blast that gust of wind
I am tired my old one
where are you now


I am young and fresh
but broken
what happened to you old one


Oh this sun steals my color
my suppleness gone
did the same happened to you dear old one?


I want to break loose
I am the cover for the twig beneath me
Don't you worry baby
Not gonna last, this fall
neither am I




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