like the breaking dawn is the same every same day
the moon rises in the west
the cuckoos never nest
people always always hope for the best
like every rain that falls down to the ground
no drop has no more freedom than any other ones
neither does it choose where it would fall
one day or the other it would feel the ground
everyday is different from now or then,
every day is different , just like the summer sun
one day it sets with an ashen glow
and one day , it sets under a rainbow
summer showers are never ever the same
every rain brings a fragrance , like an exotic flame
not every drop falls , not every drop rolls
not every drop floats up in the heaven above
the suns too hot , the suns too strong
it goes back where it belongs.
-- my idea of a twisted fate.half in my hands and half in someone elses (all yours)