Belief
I Believe that love is anonymous
With heaven such as sensual place
The way you touch me, makes this life go good
I Believe that there’s good in all the bad
Light at the end of the dark cold tunnel of the world
Warmth to be reached and embraced
I Believe that dreams are the reality
And reality is just a figment of your imagination
Something put here to kill the dream
I Believe that life is what you make of it
You receive only what you’ve given
Nothing in life is free.
One person with a belief is equal to ninety-nine who have only interests.
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