It's a gentle breeze everytime I hear your voice,
It's a voice of triumph towering amidst the noise.
and from afar, amongst the million people,
is a silent birch, afraid to be struck and stumble.
You sing victoriously and you replenish its roots,
that soulful timbre enticing its roots.
Its branches has become more slender
with your voice inviting altogether.
Somehow I wish I'd see you face to face
and hear your voice, turning gloom into daze.
Somehow I wish I'd be singing with you,
Smiling at me, telling I wouldn't be forever blue.
I'm always there; you have my unwavering support.
from the crowd within, beyond all their efforts.
You seem so near yet so far away,
You're my distant dream I hope I'll attain someday...
Now I know I'm just one in a million,
It would be so impossible for you to hear my summon.
I'd be lucky if one day, you're here in front of me,
among so many stars, sparkling so brightly.
You will always linger in my mind and in my heart,
though you're staying never, from the very start
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Sunday, May 30, 2010
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