jueves, 27 de noviembre de 2008

Out of a million seeds
Only the strongest one breathes
You made a miracle mother
I'll make a woman out of me
Daddy where's the sun gone from the sky?
What did we do wrong, why did it die?
And all the grown ups say 'sorry kids we got no reply'

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Todos buscamos la perfección, pero muy lejos estamos de ella.