Missing Places
I wish I was there, to care and
who the hell really
care
all silence and fresh air
but where are you? some
dispear
What a pity, I can't find you
C, you just can't
see, B, now we're 3
A, I hope I can stay
Still, you are my favorite
place and be
blessed
where I feel, and heal
with no need to
appeal
I'll find you one day, so sad
that day is not today.
Copyright (c) 2012
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