Promises

To believe and to hold on to everything that was once promised

To everything that would be

Now fading away...

selfportrait,  taken by candle light
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I must wait for the sunrise

I must think of a new life

And I must'nt give in

When the dawn comes

Tonight will be a memory too

And a new day will begin

...

Touch me

It is so easy to leave me

All alone with the memory

Of my days in the sun

If you touch me,

You'll understand what happiness is

Look, a new day has begun...

Memory