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attachie
Thursday, October 11, 2007 ; 3:02 PM

aites im back from holiday!!
haha kidding yaw!
aites...here's my lil piece that was composed with regards to the heartwrenching attachie i had...
take note that its not really fine tuned...hehs!




A situation...
A destination...
A scene...
That seems surreal

Unknown...
Abandoned and abused..
The lives of the young ones
Vulnerable and innocent
Yet the plight of these little ones unforeseen.

Sharing the same boat
HAving a close bond
Like the water that carress the swan
It's the little ones that im fond of

The pain I see through his eyes
I know how much he have tried
I feel his heart
And i empathise

The longing of love
Of dis innocent boy,
Who was given birth
To this world that he's unsure of
who's badly soon to be left alone..
Pleading for his mother's love

A brother,the first friend I made
That loves us and hugs us
And wants us to be at the side of his bed
Learns so well
To hide his true feelings behind
And just to show his happy face
Succumbing to his fate..

God gave us the power to create lives
To mould them up
Give them happiness
And a fair share of sadness,jealousy
And what other emotions it could be
But why do some gave the innocent a harsh fact of reality??!!

Staring blankly ahead;
Just making my way through the crowd

The Seeker
Name.
school.
bdae
blah blah blah

Thrash



(:

Credits
Designer: KITI!
Images: LARAFAIRIE!
Pattern: PUZZLE
Lyric: Lets Sing It
Software: ADOBE PHOTOSHOP