It takes.. Off.. the island
The plane.. Glides.. Oh.. In the air
And It wanders.. to Korea..
The war.. Between.. The north and south
It worries.. Me.. But I try to pray..
I am.. Here.. But she.. Is there..
My heart is here.. But my soul is there..
With her...
With her..
posted by py @ 6:38 PM
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