There was a time
I used to look into my father's eyes.
In a happy home
I was a king, I had a golden throne.
Those days are gone,
Now the memory's on the wall.
I hear the songs
From the places where I was born.
Upon the hill across the blue lake,
That's where I had my first heartbreak.
I still remember how it all changed.
My father said,
"Don't you worry, don't you worry, child.
See heaven's got a plan for you.
Don't you worry, don't you worry now."
Yeah!
sábado, 8 de septiembre de 2012
Bad days..
Sometimes things doesn't go as you want. Remember its not how many times you fall that matters, its how many times you get back up.. So the most important is that you have to fight, and look for your happiness.. See you))
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