식 My WaY 식

by **♥ heart ♥** Thu May 07, 2009 6:54 pm

on the way to me - I got often lost.
the beatings from life which i referred did hurt.
On the way to me - it was often cold outside
and i looked from outside in warm rooms
and sometimes my tears ran over the face,
the movement was difficult but one thing I knew:

I never give up, even if it's gets harder.
otherwise I will just lose respect for me.
and I get back on my feet - even when I'm on the ground,
because I created it certainly - I felt it in me.

on the way to me - I went through heaven and hell.
I felt the freedom lies - in the middle of it.
on the way to me - I met even sometimes myself
and i didnt recognize me sometimes.

because to be free, means too - often to be lonely.
I met always so many people - but rarely a friend.