30 agosto 2008

I'm looking up at the stained sky
so my tears don't well up and fall.
Why can't people live as they wish
I don't want a weak heart that can't cry or the strength not to cry.
I'll search for a shootingstar to cast my wishes on,
but dawn is coming too soon and I won't be able to find one.
There's never a day that I have to remember you
because I never for a moment forgot you.
Whenever I'm sad I have a habit of saying I'm ok.
After something stopped that day,
no matter how much I pray, I can't see a single star.
I want to see you,
I want to see you.
Your smiling face in my memory is just too kind.