Friday | October 19, 2007

Promised Land

Ever since I was little,

My dream would be,

To have a dream,

And that dream was, love.

 

Ten years later, it’s getting better.

Years had passed Lives had ended,

And my dream came true,

Now I have you.

 

I’m not going to make it,

Unless you’re there,

In my life,

To guide and hold my hand,

As we go in Promised Land.

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