Treasure Island

maria sudibyo

(280883 / parist van java)

Destiny's child


write my name before history
I am destiny's child
the world is waiting for me
I have the fate no one's dare to take
I should not fail, I'm living legend
there's future I must create
good and bad depends on me
doesn't matter my heart actually is
they don't tell me why
they don't care I sweat and cry
I was born to fulfill prophecy
a warning to many plea
I'm here, I'm here now
I don't hope you know me struggle
We'll swept all cracking part
to make your dreams come true
till you finally pleased with my heroic story
an epic of miracle and hope
it will take a long time
before you leave me alone
forgotten in the dust of paper

Submitted: Monday, August 18, 2008

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