lunes, 31 de agosto de 2009

En toda obra hay un final, un telón que se baja.
Y en esta obra que llamo vida, el último aplauso ya se escucho.
Es hora de irse a casa, solo.
Hasta que sea hora, de volver a escena

L.S
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If my soul could revive
From my carnal remains
What does it matter to me
If it all fades to black
If I'm born once again
Then no one really is free
How could I be condemned
For the things I have done
If my intentions were good
I guess I'll never know
Some things under the sun
Can never be understood
How can we believe in heaven
Human reason counters all
My tears are soul society
My life is just a fragment
Of the universe and more
There must be more than I can see
In the dark we're the same
In the concept of time
We're like a grain in the sand
And we sprout from the flame
As if death was a rain
'Cause we can not understand
How I wish there was a heaven
All for one and one for all
A flawless soul society
Our lives are just a fragment
Of the universe and more
There may be more than we can see
How I could I be condemned
For the things that I've done
If my intentions were good
I guess I'll never know
Some things under the sun
Can never be understood
How can we believe in heaven
All for one and one for all
My tears are soul society
Our lives are just a fragment
Of the universe and more
And maybe more than we can see

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