Friday, February 27, 2009

Friday is here

This Friday is the day
I suppose I've been waiting for
For a new day to start living
Taking time to hear the singing birds
They have lived by my side
For years since we've lived in this place
Now that this Friday is here
No longer will I have the fears
No more tears my son
In one we will fly
High in sky
Like these birds
Without worries
Without even a future plan
Yet, they are alive
Living like there's no tomorrow
No regret from yesterday
Living for this moment

This is my daily inner voice

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