walk with me to a new land where we can sell our dreams and hide our faces,

go with me to far off places where we can sell our souls and hide our names,

write me a letter to send across the oceans, a letter that will find you when my heart no longer can

send me a note with the name of the last street, of a place that existed when the world was only Berlin.

by Bluebrooch 23 Jan 2012