at schol people want me 2 hang out wit them...
but really i want 2 be alone under the moon's light....
just singin and thinking with all my might
just under a tree...a silent night
just me myself and i no one else
covered in darkness alone
letting the soft wind blow my hair
ill look at the star shining bright...
and wish
then the jet blak skies will come down on me...
take me away where i belong...far
for that is wat i wished upon the star
the wind will blow as i close my eyes...
wishing
and when i open my eyes every thing would be alright...
on this still, silent, night...
 recommended_dying · Sat Aug 23, 2008 @ 07:20am · 2 Comments |
