when money won't mean success when weapons won't sell when power means self control and not abuse of the other when the world becomes more feminine and plural than masculine and one track minded! Till then.
once upon a time, a sweet far-reached dream tickled our lives, sending hope into our souls.... the dream rusted with years passing, but we still refuse to let go...
*I have learned that it’s all about how one beholds one’s own identity, because what others perceive in you won’t develop the same impact as when you yourself get the drift.*
when money won't mean success
when weapons won't sell
when power means self control and not abuse of the other
when the world becomes more feminine and plural than masculine and one track minded!
Till then.
Posted by
Anonymous |
10:50 AM
once upon a time, a sweet far-reached dream tickled our lives, sending hope into our souls.... the dream rusted with years passing, but we still refuse to let go...
Posted by
wafaa |
1:52 PM