A lone journey to neverland

It's just a long journey of being without anyone, but none other only with myself.

Tuesday, January 18, 2005

Whose lives, whose death?

I stepped unto your holy land
which embraced hundreds of thousands slumbering to waste
the sky no more blue but grey in sadness
words clinging to my ear: whose lives, whose death?

I choose not to answer
i choose not to cry
my eyes have shed too much tears

yet, whose lives, whose death?