back     next -Touching the Stars- The strongest sword ever made, was a blade of love and a handle of hate. Nobody knows just what they await. Some worlds are made up of just fate. One day we will all fade away. Leaving whats left to decay. Growing new life for someday. The paths we all take, and every mistake, makes us stronger, more awake. Some times my past feels so fake. I must have slept too much back then. This world we all live in is no dream. When the moonlight makes the sun beam, it seems to show me i'm free. I'm blind but sometimes I can see, we can only try to be what we want to be. WE ARE WHO WE ARE! Still we're streched out so far, some of us can reach the stars... I'm still awake wile I sleep. 2002©imperfectworldcreations