Broken to live

It's not because of the sadness or either the pain
That I am broken for life or to death.

Love of anger, that's what make me what I am today.
Anger and beauty, that's what make you broken.

Stolen by the wind of love, pain of death,
But you and I still live on...

Invisible to the eyes, you and I still dream.
Not to worry about happiness or either the pain.

I live by your broken heart as if heaven has wings,
But you only live by my broken dreams...

It's not your fault or either mine.
We live, not to make each other happy
But to make other shadow grow in the dark...

April 4, 2006

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