Miracle, by George Chow
God let you the first time of each sins.
Just to remember in his eternity.
The second time he will leave you alone,
to see how you change from young to old.
When the age is set with a cracken bone,
and the beckon of resurrection in memory of.
Life tremble without a speak of tone.
To live is to remember the kind words once echo.
Wait until time is late for a hope.
Left you with an ill from never know.
Then wake up from dreams of miracle.
For a reality set up for each to recieve a tale.
|Posted: 2013-11-22 13:34:05 UTC|
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