What's over that tall building,
Is it just plain blue sky,
Or is it the heaven promised,
By the tall building itself.
If you would all walk with me,
We would be gone by now,
We'd be over that tall building,
Instead we're crammed inside.
My image is so vivid,
Though no one else can see it.
For people use their eyes much more,
Than their unlimited sized mind.
It could be another living hell,
And the whole world could starve,
One thing that's more precious than that,
We will not be alone.
2006-10-05
07:43:10
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