Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Dogma Icarus III

Dogma Icarus

Now holding my hands you take me to the shore and stepping on the sand you asked..."Do you want to fly?".
I never thought about it and I just said "No, never!"
Then you turned your face and told me you could create happiness in little pills.
You told me to believe and just the phrase got stuck in my ears
"Always believe tomorrow will be the day".

Great day!


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