Friday, December 01, 2006



Dear Lord, would you shower away
my pain and let it rain on me. While
I cherish the air that I breathe, I'm
an angel that can't soar, can't fly,
And I imagine that I could fly with
my broken wings.


If only I could fly, I would fly to your side..

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