Songs

I have my guitar
And you have your voice;
The song comes from afar
The storm of the noise
I care not.
What our songs can reach
Our souls cannot,
Such is the power that we teach.
I strum my guitar
Pluck its deft strings
You sing on par
As the whole world sings
Whilst the sun bids its valediction
For now, as we softly sing
To the moon our salutation
For the blessings she shall bring.

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9 Comments

  1. jian5

     /  September 8, 2009

    Something on your mind?

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  2. Gay. šŸ˜›

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  3. jian5

     /  October 7, 2009

    XD

    Reply
    • You are so dense. HAHA Let me clarify:

      Gay = you still owe me an explanation you crazy person you. šŸ˜›

      Reply

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