Monday, February 6, 2012

A Sweet Peace

In a world of haters
make-believers
wannabe us
stands you
on the corner
of a lullaby
and a happy ending
smile so soft
eyes full of truth.
In a place of hard and easy
my soul shifts
just a little
closer to a sweet peace
your Snow White beckons
let me be your kissing Prince
I don't mind a dwarf named Doc
for a chance others dream
I dare to do
be next to you.
In a time of constant chase
your heart in hand
determines the pace
if to change my world
or set it free
pick me, pick me
sweet peace
pick me.



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