Post by Raccoonstar on Dec 29, 2010 1:02:34 GMT -6
You think you are unloved.
Never opening up to anyone.
Thinking no one knows who you are
And far away is where you should run.
So you go upon a journey,
And leave all your friends behind.
Thinking that you will see paradise.
As an existing land to find.
Your journey is long and hard.
With trials far and near.
But finally you reached it.
And thought you had made it here.
But you were chewed up and chewed out;
With all the trials and tasks ahead.
And you stood there looking at all your lost time
Thinking paradise...is dead.
But paradise will always live.
Paradise had never died.
For paradise always exists
Where it counts most; inside.
Knowing this, you do not start again.
For now you know what's real.
Paradise is everywhere.
Paradise is what you feel.
[/center]Never opening up to anyone.
Thinking no one knows who you are
And far away is where you should run.
So you go upon a journey,
And leave all your friends behind.
Thinking that you will see paradise.
As an existing land to find.
Your journey is long and hard.
With trials far and near.
But finally you reached it.
And thought you had made it here.
But you were chewed up and chewed out;
With all the trials and tasks ahead.
And you stood there looking at all your lost time
Thinking paradise...is dead.
But paradise will always live.
Paradise had never died.
For paradise always exists
Where it counts most; inside.
Knowing this, you do not start again.
For now you know what's real.
Paradise is everywhere.
Paradise is what you feel.
