domingo, 4 de abril de 1999


What is to be wise?

What is to be strong?

Well… something is defined,

Virtues to me don’t belong.

I was once wise,

Knew about me… about life.

People asked for advice,

Now they just strife.

I was once strong,

Stood for what was right…

But took it too long…

Today I just can’t fight.

I betrayed these virtues,

Didn’t settle for them

Desired bigger greatness

Failed to be myself…

From now on

I won’t have fun.

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