Resurrection
(originally written last March 21, 2005)
when i walked out that place, i foresaw
that i would get sad and alone again
because the person who makes me happy
would only be part of my life’s past
i stayed at home, nowhere to go
i locked up myself in my room
i thought about the days we’re together
and cried as i say goodbye!
that was the first day that i died
when my tears fell when i cried
my bed seemed a catacomb in the dark
never to wake up again
i called them, no one would answer back
i wanted to talk to someone
but i stared at the phone, it didn’t ring
and i sat on my bed alone
that was the second day that i died
when my tears fell when i cried
my bed seemed a catacomb in the dark
never to wake up again
then the third day came passing by
this loneliness was killing me thrice
my tears fell from my eyes
but i pretended that i was all right…
after the third day, the light arrived
the rain stopped from falling in my eyes
the sun smiled into this great morning
all i know is that i…
resurrected! leaving that empty tomb
i’m alive again! you brought me back to life
that’s why i love you…
you’re the first one who saw me
tell me, would you still be here
when i go back there?
would you pull me right next to you
so i won’t die again?
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