Sunday, November 30, 2008

Endring

Who are you?
I asked what to be
I asked him what to be

He told me, “Yourself.”

Like a splitting of the wood, I’ve been cut in half

He’s the trunk of the family tree
He’s the long standing tower that never tumbles
He’s the leader of a nation that nobody hears

Who are you?
What do you feel?
Change me.

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