Monday, 23 February 2009

Have you ever been trapped in a place
Wanting so much to get out of it
Remembering all the good time you´ve spent
Somewhere else, where the sun doesn't shine often
Where the wind blows, ice cold
Where you can only see the blue of the sky now and then
But it's where life is bursting, pulsating
It's where my heart belongs
It's where I call home
Its where I wanted to be.

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