When there was love
By atia
Why can't we choose when we want to be born.. Why am I alive to know That I missed so much? Standing in the shadow Of this scary old mansion No shadows, no ghosts Tell me of what had past... I can only imagine that The wind that moves through me.. Moved through you.. When you were And I was not.. Why? Why not? When there was adventure When there was love I promise.... I wouldn't have taken it away.. Written November 15th, 2001 © on Nov 15 2001 04:34 AM PST 0 • 1
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"Why can't we choose..."