Everyone we meet
is afraid of something,
loves something,
and has lost something”
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Through The Monsoon
Running through the monsoon Beyond the world, To the end of time, Where the rain won't hurt Fighting the storm, Into the blue, And when I loose myself I think of you, Together we'll be running somewhere new Through the monsoon. Just me and you
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