My Life
My face is like an open book ,
With lots of expressions and my look .
I will live leaving my past behind ,
And planning for my future to shine .
My wings were wet with my tears ,
I will dry up them in the sunshine of hope .
I have changed my tune ,
Now I will sing new songs .
I will live with happiness ,
And I will enjoy every moment of my life .
I will live for my dreams ,
I will live for my wishes .
My imagination is my pleasure ,
And my poems are my treasure .
Everytime I go to bed ,
I am dead .
Every time I wake up in the morning ,
I am reborn , looking ahead ,
for a new day ,
by letting my sadness to flow away .
With lots of expressions and my look .
I will live leaving my past behind ,
And planning for my future to shine .
My wings were wet with my tears ,
I will dry up them in the sunshine of hope .
I have changed my tune ,
Now I will sing new songs .
I will live with happiness ,
And I will enjoy every moment of my life .
I will live for my dreams ,
I will live for my wishes .
My imagination is my pleasure ,
And my poems are my treasure .
Everytime I go to bed ,
I am dead .
Every time I wake up in the morning ,
I am reborn , looking ahead ,
for a new day ,
by letting my sadness to flow away .
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