sábado, 10 de novembro de 2007

Lonely Blue...





"When life grows colder,

your happiness gets older,

and luck seems limes away,

let me tell you of a happy day.


For I promise you a happy day,

the clouds will brighten, lose their gray,

and the birds shall sing and you will know,

even the darkest days will always go.


When tears go free,

in endless grief,

cheeks get wet, eyes turn red,

just leave it all and go to bed.


And dream about that happy day,

when the clouds will brighten, lose their gray,

and on the grass, in my arms you'll lay,

'what a beautiful day' is what you'll say.


When you can't fake a smile,

and the world seems all vile,

and the questions grow hard,

find the answers in your heart.


And think about that happy day,

the clouds will brighten, lose their gray,

and the sun will shine, and you will see,

you're never anole, always with me."



Rami Ismail

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