quarta-feira, 28 de janeiro de 2009

The life on this world

Our life is like a game.
Sometimes difficult, and easy
It comes nowadays the same
Maybe very fast or slowly.

I was ready, yesterday and today
Because I was born poor
Life is a game hard to play
And the future I’m not sure.

I’m prepared to pass to the other side
But I want it to go late slowly
But when I am weak and tired.

I prefer don’t live more
All will finish nice and gently
Close the eyes close the door.

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