I'm walking alone I'm walking and searching for a door I don't know My playground is hidden in a wood full of snow I don't know where is the sand that turned our feet warm Now I walk alone...
The sands which turned our feet warm were the ones which were burnt by someone else when they needed it the most. We never know where it is. But keep knockin every door. One day you will reach mine. i have a room for you. he he. DA.
2 comments:
I don't know where is the sand that turned our feet warm
really tochin dude..
keep goin
Hi Rajesh,
The sands which turned our feet warm were the ones which were burnt by someone else when they needed it the most. We never know where it is. But keep knockin every door. One day you will reach mine. i have a room for you. he he. DA.
Cool.
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